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seventeen and their love languages <3

(!!! put as a warning for swearing unless stated otherwise)

choi seungcheol - acts of service + physical touch

so so SO protective oh my god 😭 but his love for you is so pure. no matter how busy his schedule is, he always finds a way to incorporate you. he’ll either make it a point to let you know whenever he’s busy so you’re not waiting up for him or literally tells his manager to pull over when he’s near your house and sprint over to see you for two mere seconds. you say he’s a bit obsessed (of course in a playful way, but also, he really is obsessed) and he always tries to defend himself but eventually let’s himself take the fall. for one, he can never stay mad at you no matter how hard he tries and two, well, you’re you. how can he not be obsessed with you?

“what if i told you i was outside?” he sighs into the phone, kicking a nearby rock and trying his best to bundle himself in this cold cold weather.

“seungcheol?!” you half whisper yet practically exclaim. he’s so unbelievable, but why does it bring the warmest feeling to your cheeks? “what are you doing outside at this time? don’t you have practice right about now?” you place your phone down briefly to wish the leaving customer a good day, only to see your marshmallow of a boyfriend walk in. you make a mental note to thank your lucky stars that there’s no one else on the building.

he’s in his padded jacket with multiple layers underneath. you can barely see his face that’s hidden behind the mask, but the overdramatized outfit is enough for you to tell who it is. it wasn’t that cold out.

“can i get an iced americano?” he pulls the mask down and you chuckle. “and also maybe a date once you’re off work?”

you should be used to this by now. he’s the type of guy to surprise you any chance he gets. “a date?” you repeat, watching as his hand searches for yours from over the counter. he nods, tilting his head the side slightly as if asking you again.

“what do you have planned?” you ask, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. he grins, taking that as a yes.

“i just want to stay in with you today. we don’t have to do anything” he suggests.

you take a second to think, “then nothing it is”

—

“why is seungkwan cursing at you in the group chat?”

“oh my god, you distracted me” he panics, “i forgot to give him his iced americano”

“oh so this is my fault?”

“of course not honey, i love you”

yoon jeonghan - words of affirmation + quality time

jeonghan is such a delight. your love is so young and playful, never losing its fun. he also knows you alarmingly so well. you’re insecure? he’s right by your side and listing his favourite things about you (with an occasional embarrassing fact about himself here and there because he can’t seem to help himself when it comes to making you feel better). you’re annoyed because he pranked you again? he’s playfully looking at you and telling you that you shouldn’t be surprised anymore. you’re roasting him? he probably roasted you first LMAOOO. words of affirmation via soft roasts 👍 but i think no matter how often he may tease you or joke around, he’s never one to take it too far. he’s so respectful of your boundaries and makes it very clear that your feelings are what matter first to him. communication is so important to him (please don’t make me continue cus I’ll start to violently sob)

“they were totally flirting with you,” you mumble, tossing your keys on the counter. scratch that, more like slamming them. you couldn’t seem to help it though. not when your boyfriend couldn’t figure out why exactly you were upset.

“darling they weren’t flirting, they were just being friendly” he reasons after shrugging his jacket off, now fiddling with his watch. normally you’d help him take it off, but you’d rather watch him struggle to unclip it from across the room.

“friendly.” you scoff, finally caving in and helping him take off his stupid watch, actively trying to avoid eye contact with your stupid boyfriend who’s looking at you with a stupid smile—

“are you…. jealous?” he’s grinning.

you roll your eyes, giving him a light shove. “no,”

“you totally are!” he’s practically beaming now. you were never one to get jealous. he figured it was because you trusted him, and you do. but in all honesty, he’s never given you a reason to be jealous. not until today. “you know i never would have even noticed right? i may have been talking to someone else, but you were on my mind the whole time. you have absolutely nothing to worry about, honey. i honestly didn’t even know you could even get jealous considering how loyal i am-“

“shut up,” you mutter, attempting to walk away but ultimately being pulled back to face him once again.

“make me.” he teases, holding up his pinky, “i promise i won’t tell anyone that you were jealous”

“you’re an idiot,” you say, stepping forward into his embrace, to which he happily sways the both of you side to side.

“you’re lucky i didn’t even realize they were flirting with me,” he starts waddling the both of you to the couch, “otherwise i would’ve accidentally exposed our relationship.”

“you totally wouldn’t have,”

“you’re right, i wouldn’t.” he laughs, “i’m saving that announcement for our marriage”

“jeonghan!”

!!! joshua hong - gift giving + quality time

sigh. he doesn’t call himself a gentleman for no reason. dating him is straight up like it’s from a movie. he’s attentive and just overall so respectful to not only you but to your relationship as well. he doesn’t even try to make your relationship seem so picture-perfect, it all just comes naturally. ofc there are gonna be bumps in the road but he’s always going to remind you that he’d rather fight and try to work it out with you than move onto somebody else. he thinks you’re worth every hardship. he allows himself to break down every barrier whenever you're around, just letting him be himself. is he perfect? no. will there be bumps in the road? probably lmao. but will he fight like hell to make sure you know that his heart belongs to you? damn straight.

“it’s rude to stare, you know,” you start, eyes not even leaving the magazine you were flipping through. you could feel his piercing gaze from a mile away.

his chuckle is heard from the other end of the bed as he ventures closer to you, your once comfy position is now maneuvered for the both of you to view the catalogue in your hands.

“staring? more like admiring.”

you roll your eyes, putting the magazine down briefly. his eyes are playful as they stare down at you, while you return his gaze with a really? that’s all you got?

“what? i can’t admire my fiancé?” he sighs while leaning closer to you, never letting himself get tired of that word. fiancé. it just has the best ring to it, especially knowing that you’re his and he’s yours.

“not when they’re trying to decide on something that will make or break the marriage,” you retort, pushing his face that was inching closer to yours away to view the catalogue once again.

“since when did the floral arrangements decide the course of our marriage?” he’s dumbstruck. leave it up to you to keep him on his toes.

“they don’t. i was just testing you to see if you actually cared about what i was looking at.” you’re laughing at the playful look of hurt on his face. “i’m kidding, you’re probably stressing over the flowers more than i am.”

“maybe,” he shrugs, slipping out of your warm embrace. he’s shuffling around the room for a bit, finally deciding to stand beside you with his hands hidden behind him, “or maybe what matters more to me right now is that you like these flowers?” he whips out a bouquet from behind him. how he even managed to sneak them into the room is beyond you.

“oh my god,” you breathe, “fuck the flowers at the reception, this is definitely more important right now.”

“you know, i think you’re the prettiest-“

“if you say i’m the prettiest flower josh, i swear to god the wedding is off.”

wen junhui - quality time + words of affirmation

i think it’s safe to say that I probably had the hardest time figuring out what sort of love language he is. not only is he the literal definition of the word love, but he also just has the purest of souls. this is your world and he is just living in it. the type of guy to raise a boombox over his head outside your window to confess his dying love to you... :( also probably kicks his legs back and forth while texting you or something LMAOOOOOO his favourite moment with you, you may ask? probably when he’s teaching you to dance one of their choreographies. you’re shy and definitely a bit clumsy but he can’t help but he absolutely enchanted by you (and in his words, ‘put hoshi to shame’) just loves the fact that you’re interested in something he loves. it doesn’t take much to make him happy to be honest, so you don’t even have to try. you being there makes him over the moon.

“its late,” you remind him, glancing at the clock on your microwave. “you should sleep now,” you’re on the phone with your boyfriend who’s just flown out of the country and back within the last 9 hours, never mind all the schedules inbetween. anyone would be exhausted.

he’s not complaining though, he never does. if anything, he’d rather stay on the phone with you than rest. “says the person who’s still up, trying to finish the thesis for class.”

you roll your eyes as you finish making your sandwich. he’s got a point, but you’d never admit that. “shut up,” you retort before taking a bite. once you finish putting the ingredients away, you head back to your room.

he’s smiling on the other side of the line, knowing fully well that you don’t have an argument against him. “are you almost done?” he asks, silently signalling a thank you to his manager who was willing to drive him over at this time. he exits the car and makes his way to the entrance of the building. the faster he gets to you, the faster he can convince you to shut your laptop off and head to bed.

he knows you’d never listen to him if he wasn’t physically there beside you. it was exasperating at first but overtime he came to realize that your thick skull actually made your relationship just that much stronger. after all, he drove over just to surprise you, didn’t he?

“almost,” you sigh, adjusting your glasses. “this thesis is a pain in the ass. it’s taken every living cell in my body to not curse my prof out. who assigns a gazillion word thesis and expects it to be done in a day and a half?”

he chuckles, exiting the elevator and heads straight to you apartment. “someone who clearly isn’t scared of your wrath. by the way, can you open the door?”

you halt your typing and stare at your phone placed beside your laptop. surely you didn’t hear him correctly… right?

“yes, i’m really here,” he doesn’t hear you as you hurriedly jump out of your chair, stumbling your way across your apartment. “and.. maybe im a bit tired. so i would really appreciate it if you open the d—“

you’re swinging the door open before he could finish his sentence, “you’re here,” you exhale, accepting him into your embrace.

“always. and i’m also taking you straight to bed. why are you looking at me like that? we’re going to sleep!”

!!! + brief mentioning of alcohol

kwon soonyoung - words of affirmation + gift giving

your very very personal hypeman!! always uplifting you whenever you’re feeling even just a teeny bit insecure. i see him as being a spontaneous gift giver. i mean, have you seen his wardrobe?? will spoil you rotten with the most lavish gifts. that being said, he didn’t get you these gifts for the materialistic aspect, but he just wants you to know that he (pardon me) fucking adores you and wants you to know he will go extreme measures to show you. i think he would have a hard time expressing the right words on how he actually feels about you. (you both can tell he feels a lot, it’s just the matter of how he would form it into words is what he can’t seem to do) but there's one thing for sure, this boy is a SIMP. he is a simp and will admit it to anyone proudly.

if someone were to ask you what the most memorable dates with him were, you’d simply answer with:

sneaking out to your backyard late at night and watching as his eyes glimmer with happiness while lighting the fireworks (and almost getting caught when your neighbour barges out his door, searching for the culprit)

surprising him at one of his tour stops

winding down for the night after a particularly hard day and basking in each others company (technically not a date but hey, it counts)

if he had to answer that same question, his answers would be:

dragging you to the zoo and — ding ding ding! — taking you to the tiger sanctuary

drunkenly singing love songs to each other at karaoke… in front of the rest of the boys

introducing you to said boys

unanimously, it’s decided that your first date is hard to beat in terms of favourites.

he isn’t sure why he had even thought of suggesting to go hiking for your first date but is equally as surprised when you had reluctantly agreed.

the first 40 minute hike up was filled with lots of curses in his direction, to which he blissfully ignores due to the fact that you were holding his hand. how can he pay attention when all of it is zeroed in on the fact that he's telling him brain to not get his hand clammy?

the hike down was unfortunately the problem though. after foolishly suggesting to race down the hill, (he can’t even defend himself at this point) you had agreed, only because you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. after a moment where you swore you were beating him, you didn’t see a tree branch on the ground and stepped down a bit funny resulting in even more cursing but for a completely different reason.

it was all a blur. him panicking, you clutching your ankle for dear life and him panicking even more after seeing how quickly it was starting to swell. after a quick visit to the ER and a pinky promise to never mention this date to anyone ever, he spent the remainder of the day piggybacking you around all the spots he had still planned for the date.

despite all that though, you had still decided to go on another date with him. hell, you had decided to be exclusive with him.

it was all oddly charming in a way, and you could have never asked for a better date.

hiking is still banned though.

jeon wonwoo - quality time + acts of service

type of lover who is simply there for you with no words needed. a comforting love that's filled with quiet hand holding and blushing as you gaze into each others eyes. he's patient, letting you let out your spur of the moment thoughts while he sits back and admires, constantly thinking to himself that he could never love and adore anyone as much as he does you. his inner extrovertedness definitely comes out when you're around - he allows himself to feel giddy like a teenage schoolgirl falling for her first crush. also, this is my personal opinion - he is very protective over you. if not, the most protective compared to the rest of the boys. 1. you’re his. 2. he doesn’t really like to share. 3. there is no three. sunshine (you) and sunshine protector (him) type beat (get it? because you're his sunshine)

the hype around the first snowfall of the year had always been a bit frivolous to you. as you walk down the rather busy road to head back to your warm apartment, you pass by dozens of couples who are buzzing at the unexpected flakes falling from the sky.

you sigh, thinking of your own lover who would’ve totally agreed with your comment. if someone’s love will last, it has nothing to do with a first snowfall… right?

wonwoo was set to come home in a couple of weeks. that you could tolerate, but the thought of him having to bundle up more than the average person in this specific weather once he’s gets home leaves a pang in your heart. before you know it, your fingers are navigating through your phone to a familiar contact.

you - it’s snowing back home… i hope it’s not too cold where you are

he’s not the best texter, but to your surprise, he replies to your message right away.

him - It’s snowing where I am too.

you let out a snort at his short yet blunt text. again, he’s not the best texter but he definitely tries his best.

pocketing your phone, you turn the last corner you need to, your apartment building now in sight. you figured calling him would be better, but you’d rather do that once you’re settled and comfortable at home.

until it dawned on you.

you - it’s snowing in jakarta right now?

he reads your message but doesn’t respond causing your heart to speed up in pace. there’s absolutely no way.

after practically sprinting to your door, you stop to catch your breath quickly in front of it. it’s okay. you’ll call him and confirm where he is. if he’s home - which you’re trying not to think about too much so you’re not too disappointed if he wasn’t - you’ll bus to where he was. or maybe you could uber?

“hey.” you hadn’t even noticed your door swinging open, revealing your boyfriend dressed in his padded jacket.

you gawk at him, pushing his shoulder with a shout, “i cannot believe you fooled me!”

“i told you we were busy this morning,” he laughs, grabbing your arm to pull you into his embrace.

“busy as in at the airport and on a plane?” he lets out another breathless laugh as you look at him in disbelief, “wait, where are you taking me?”

as you finish your last sentence, he’s already ushering you out a little further and closes the door behind him, leading you to the elevator. “its the first snow,” he says once you’ve finally made it outside. “i know what you’re thinking. the first snow isn’t an accurate representation of how long we’ll be in love, and i know we’ll be in love for a long time, snow or not. but i don’t care, i want to spend it with you.”

you’re not sure if it’s the sincerity of his voice that causes you to blush or the fact that he’s so confident in his feelings. there’s one thing you’re sure of though.

jeon wonwoo is the embodiment of the feeling people get when the first snow happens. an airy sort of feeling, excitement and.. love.

so yeah, it’s kind of hard not to love the first snowfall when wonwoo was with you.

lee jihoon - quality time + gift giving

😭😭😭!! jihoon is just so…… !!!!! definitely has a hard time expressing how he feels about you, but it’s so consuming that he has to let it out somehow. in my eyes, he’s a gift giver (and just lover in general) in the form of music. he’ll do small things like hum certain songs that remind him of you when you’re around to making playlists for your five hour road trip to literally writing a whole album about you (will he ever show it to you? maybe. will he literally spend many hours making it and creating the cover art because he’s just that passionate about your relationship? absolutely.) he gets a bit carried away but he can never seem to help it, he’s absolutely whipped for you, and when he’s in love he’s in LOVE

“one second, wait here” you say, jumping up from your comfy position in front of him and leaving him with a questioning look on his face. you seem a bit eager compared to your previous complaints about being exhausted.

to be fair, he never was one to like celebrating birthdays. he likes to keep the gathering as small as possible (but definitely doesn’t mind the presents). it’s more genuine that way he thinks, him surrounded by all the people he truly loves is something he much rather prefers.

it’s late into the night and probably past his birthday at this point, the two of you just returning from his birthday dinner that was held with some of his dear friends and family. he’s quiet- with a lingering smile playing on his lips- but happy.

after a couple minutes without you retuning, he lets out a small scoff. you’re definitely up to no good. “one second my ass” he chuckles to himself.

he’s about to get up from the bed, but is stopped when a soft light illuminates the room and he’s face to face with your bashful smile.

you’re there. standing in front of him with a cake that was probably made from scratch and softly singing him happy birthday. he can’t seem to bring out any words after you’re done. you’re peering at him and quietly telling him to make a wish, but what more does he need to wish for? he has everything he needs right in front of him. he hesitates for a second but complies, wishing for absolutely nothing to ever change.

he finally understands. he’s sang to you millions of times and you’ve never failed to remind him how much you love his voice. he thought you were just saying that to say it, but after listening to you sing with the softness and comfortability with just the two of you there, he could listen to you sing for hours.

“happy birth- I just realized what time it is. I didn’t really think this through did i? whatever. happy birthday jihoon, I love you” you’re both laughing, love just radiating off one another. this is the best birthday he could’ve ever asked for.

lee seokmin - literally all 5

first off i want to apologize to all the seokmin stans out there because i just know you want to beat me up through the internet right now. he’s just!!! so!!!! lovely!!!! just a ☀️💗💖 type of person. he himself confirmed words of affirmation (surprise surprise) but who is he kidding??? that man is the literal embodiment of all the love languages. he’s always reminding you how loveable you are, especially in the moments where your insecurities are getting the best of you. he will show you love in its purest form, and will never ever let you forget that you mean the world to him.

you can feel his eyes on you as you comfortably sit beside him, placing your legs over his. “so i was thinking,” he starts, tapping his finger on his chin.

oh no. nothing good ever happens when he starts with that. “yes?” you hum, tearing your gaze away from the tv to focus all your attention on him.

“i know you’ve met the members before, but do you think, maybe, i can meet your friends and family and you can meet mine?” he stumbles over a few words and starts playing with your hands to busy himself. “i love you. and honestly, i just want all the important people in my life to meet you and adore you as much as i do.” he pauses before letting out a chuckle, “well, maybe a bit less, because i adore you the most.”

you’re quiet. it’s not that you don’t want him to meet your loved ones because god, of course you do, but how are you supposed to explain that you want to keep him in this little bubble?

this bubble of love and joy. you know it’s selfish, wanting to hide him away from the world and just let the two of you be the two of you. without the judgement of anyone else. dokyeom is a very understanding person and has never once judged you. so why is this so hard to admit to him?

his eyes are patient as they gaze at you. he’s trying to read the expression on your face but it doesn’t seem to work, “of course, if this is something you’re not comfortable with, we can always reintroduce it down the road,”

you shake your head, removing your hand from his to hold his cheek. his eyes close as he leans into your touch. “i’d love to meet your friends and family, seok,” you whisper, connecting your foreheads together, “i was scared at first because i don’t like the thought of people having their assumptions about our relationship but i can see this is really important to you,” you pull back to look at him. he who is looking at you like you could rearrange the stars in the sky. “and i just realized that the only opinion i should care about is ours.”

“you know what? let’s just stay like this for a bit,” his eyes are understanding as he inches a bit closer to you, almost as if he can’t seem to help it, “i want to keep you to myself for a little longer. just you and me.”

“are you sure?” you ask only because his conclusion is so vastly different from his initial proposal. “we’ve been dating for the last couple months and my friends have definitely been nagging at me to meet my boyfriend that I keep talking about”

“i’m sure.” he seals it with a peck to your lips, “besides, your comfortability is what matters most to me. if your friends love you, they’ll understand,” he says, “but they better not love you more than I do…”

kim mingyu - physical touch + words of affirmation (confirmed) + acts of service (confirmed)

two words. puppy. love. he’s just….. so down bad for you, need i say more? if you give him a piece of your heart, he will give you the world type of relationship. with mingyu, there is never a dull moment. constantly laughing with each other and allowing your inner child to heal with him in your presence. is a simp and is PROUD about it... but also tries to deny it? its funny, because everyone knows damn well what kind of lover he is. super sweet, super affectionate, maybe a little immature... you know it, he knows it, his members sure as hell knows it. but the second they try to tease him, he's denying all their allegations. he doesn't really want them knowing that you're his soft spot in human form - after all, they'd just use it to their advantage - but from the way he glances so dotingly at you, is he really fooling anyone?

“is that my hoodie?” he’s grinning as he widens the door just a smidge to lean against the doorframe.

you know he’s getting a kick out of this and you let him have his moment before adding, “gyu, you asked me to wear it,”

he shushes you while taking your arm to guide you in and shutting the door behind you. “thanks for coming,” he softly says and watches as you cross the room to sit on the couch.

again, you let him have his moment before turning to face him with an exasperated look, “well, i figured it was the least i could do after you texted ‘SOS’ to me about a hundred times,”

he lets out a hearty laugh as he sits beside you, completely unashamed of his tactics to get you here. “in all seriousness though,” he rises, presenting his hand in front of your face for you to grab, “i made a new dish to try and i want to know what you think.”

once you join your hands together, he drags the both of you to the kitchen, letting you take a seat while he places the finishing touches to your dish.

he’s watching you as you eat, eyes shining while you continuously compliment him on his culinary skills across the table. getting up, he ditches his food — not that he had even touched his plate in the first place — and ventured around the table, dragging a chair a bit closer in your direction just to plop beside you. he places his arm on the table and rests his chin on his hand, “tell me more,” he quietly murmurs, lifting his free hand to softly brush some hair away from your face.

you gently place your fork down on your plate and grab a tissue to dab your mouth. finding your actions oddly adorable, he moves to wrap his hand around the arm of your chair just to draw you closer. “well,” you start, “you know i love your cooking. you’re so talented, gyu. i don't know how you managed to get these ingredients that are amazing on their own and made them into something special together.”

he beams at your comment. “i think you just described us perfectly,”

you tilt your head, just a little confused on what he meant.

grabbing your hand, he presses a chaste kiss to your palm before lifting it to his cheek just for him to lean on. he closes his eyes, savouring this moment before adding, “great on their own. something special when together.”

"can i be the truffle or something?"

"eh, you're more of a raw onion if i had to choose- ow!"

xu minghao - quality time + gift giving (confirmed) + acts of service (confirmed)

don’t even let me get started on this man. he is 100% written by a woman, i cannot stress this enough. the amount of love he would hold for you is ridiculous - there are tears streaming down my cheeks as i write this btw. so in tune with his emotions and probably so attentive to yours as well. i know the words of affirmation and acts of service are confirmed (💔) but i personally feel so strongly about the quality time part. many of your nights consist of just basking in each others presence and just straight serenity. i can’t express into words on how magical your relationship would feel. xu minghao has the most beautiful heart and yours is definitely safe with him.

“do you ever feel like,” you pause as he tilts his head down ever so slightly to gaze softly at you, “i don’t know, that you’re so burnt out and there’s nothing that can help you?”

you’re both laying down in bed with your limbs tangled under the sheets. between both your schedules, it’s near impossible to have moments like these. domestic moments that you’ve come to miss even while he’s beside you right now. it’s the crack of dawn and you’ve only been together like this for mere minutes, it’s never long enough though.

he nods before squeezing you lightly against him. “all the time.” he sighs, “especially when i know that i’m unable to see you for a while,”

“me too,” you agree. your relationship is anything but needy. you both appreciate your independence, but it’d also be a big fat lie if you said being apart from him was a nice feeling. over the years, the two of you had found your ways to make it work, but the longing is always there whenever you’re apart. “when do you have to go?” you ask, leaning over to take a look at the clock behind you.

“did you really have to remind me that our time together right now is super limited?” he teases, softly pulling you back into his embrace.

“when is it not?” you say with a chuckle. you’re only joking and he knows that, but he can’t help but feel guilty as he analyzes you. your mood had definitely gone down just a bit after a moment of silence.

“do you think they’d believe me if i called in sick?” he’s poking at your side to hopefully lighten up the mood. when his attempt is successful and he sees your smile, he mentally gives himself a pat on the back.

“cheol would have your head if you’re late to practice,”

“if i were late to practice, it’s not seungcheol who i would be scared of to be honest..”

you hum while tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “hoshi,” you both say in unison before letting out hushed laughter.

as you settle down, he brushes some hair away from your face, his expression morphing into something more sincere. “thank you for always begging patient with me and my schedule. i feel like i would’ve given up a long time ago if you weren’t around.”

“good thing i’m staying then,” you hum before adding, “watching you do what you love makes me insanely proud. i don’t care about your schedule, even if it allows us only twenty minutes every four days.”

“speak for yourself-“ he’s interrupted when his phone obnoxiously blasts his alarm tone, indicating that your time together is now up. to your surprise, he gets up only to snooze it and goes to lay back down beside you, closing his eyes for a bit.

feeling your questioning gaze on him, he peeks an eye open to look at you and decides to hide himself in the crook of your neck, “hoshi wouldn’t believe me if i said i was sick,” his voice is muffled, but you can hear the mischief in it, “but he’d believe me if i said i slept in.”

boo seungkwan - words of affirmation + gift giving

omfg. this man. not only is he your best friend, but he’s your personal hype man who is somehow still so shy at telling you how much you mean to him. definitely an old couple type of love with your fair share of old couple bantering. i think it’s quite adorable. man,,,,, HES adorable 😭😭😭 the type of gift giver where he can think of the most obscene reason on why you have to have it. a random bottle opener? pretty sure yours broke seven months ago. a backpack? this one has a tangerine charm on it!!! definitely gets defensive when you tell him to save his money and yet throws the biggest fit when you get him something nice in return. prepare to lose every playful argument the two of you have, that unless, he lets you win (never admitting the fact that he is so down bad that he’d do anything to see you with that winning smile)

seungkwan definitely likes to catch you by surprise, especially after his visits to his hometown.

he’s unloading his suitcase in your shared bedroom having just returned from his trip back home for the weekend. the glow on his cheeks is something truly special, and you have the pleasure of seeing it while he raves of his time back in jeju.

“so my mom made me haul this large bag of tangerines over to you.” he says, a little disapprovingly at that. the more you think about it, the more that you think the act of gift giving may run in his family. “wanna share?”

you scoff, snatching the bag he was holding to hide behind your back. “you’ve had enough tangerines in your lifetime. this bag is mine.”

eyes wide, he points an accusing finger in your direction. “you wouldn’t have that if it weren’t for me!”

sticking out a finger of your own, you start running before he could catch you, knowing how riled up he could get. your attempt to run is sadly not fast enough since he’s already latched onto you and poking jabs at your most ticklish spots. he can’t help but laugh along, drinking up the noises bubbling out of your chest.

“thank you for the bag of tangerines. seungkwan said you made him haul a huge bag just for me.” you say to his mom over the video call, watching as her warm smile morphs into a knowing one.

“honey, i may have gotten him to bring them to you, but it was all him.”

you blink, turning your face to look at his sleeping figure. tomorrow would be back to reality for him. you had suggested that him sleeping early tonight would be best since it wasn’t necessarily something he had the luxury of doing everyday. he put up a fight at first; insisting that he wanted to spend more time with you, but it’s not even ten minutes later when you see him snoozing away after you had slipped out of the room to fetch him some tea.

“all him?” you repeat.

“the day he was set to leave, he woke up extra early to beat everyone to the market. he’ll deny it if you ask, but i know he went to pick the best ones for you. i may have suggested for him to bring a couple, but he insisted on filling a large bag since they’re your favourite.”

you blink again, not expecting the sudden confession.

“he loves you, you know.” she softly adds, watching you through the screen as you tenderly gaze at her son. “there wasn’t one day where he didn’t talk about you.”

what she doesn’t know, is that you watch as a light blush dust his cheeks. stroking his hair, you glance back to the screen, knowing seungkwan would’ve been too shy to say anything if he were awake so you let him believe the thought of you thinking he was still asleep.

you’re proven wrong when his hand gently grabs yours, giving it a tight squeeze. an action that is worth a thousand words.

!!! vernon chwe - quality time + words of affirmation

being in a relationship with this man is probably the most secure relationship you will ever be in, no if ands or buts. not only is he literally just the chillest mf to ever live, he also enjoys life to the fullest. activities with him could literally vary by the hour depending on his mood. vernon is always reminding you to be grateful for what you have, (cue him constantly telling you how thankful he is for you and how you mean so much to him). the two of you would absolutely have a best friend sort of relationship, and he just adores it.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as he drives you home from the small gathering you both attended. he’s softly humming, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel every so often and you— well, you’re watching him. not in a hey-i’m-a-creeper way but more of a hey-i’m-actually-so-whipped-for-you sort of way.

his eyes are glued to the road but he knows. he has to know. you’re just sitting there blatantly staring at him but he makes no sign of uneasiness. in fact, he reaches blindly for your hand after a bit, using your intertwined hands to drum the middle console.

he’s cranking up the volume with a lopsided smile the second he hears your laughter, just in love with the fact that it’s so easy to make you happy. having nothing but the smallest clue that what really is making you happy are these little moments with him.

“really?” you’re snickering as soon as the next song plays. “baby by justin bieber?”

“yeah, really.” he glances at you for a second before returning them back on the road, his hand giving yours a light squeeze. “what, it’s not in your love songs playlist?”

“isn’t this song about his partner not loving him back?” you’re now on your phone, analyzing the lyrics that are indeed about his broken heart.

vernon on the other side is left speechless. how is he supposed to move on from the fact that his number one love song is actually not a love song? he’s probably sang it hundreds of times and half the time, you were there right beside him singing with him. his best memories lie with this song.

what the hell is he supposed to do now?

“don’t worry baby,” of course you call him that at a time like this. “we can still sing this at karaoke to each other while your voice cracks every so often”

“hey!” he lets go of your hand to point a playful finger at you, “i’ll have you know, i was singing an adlib that was out of my vocal range and my voice has only cracked once.”

you roll your eyes, not even attempting to fight back with him. in the years the two of you have been dating, by now you know better than to get him heated over (arguably) the greatest hit of the early 21st century.

“it’s okay,” he says after another short minute of silence, listening as the song rolls to an end and grabbing your hand once again, “we’re nothing like this song, right?”

you grin, “not even in the slightest.”

thank god.

lee chan - physical touch + acts of service (confirmed)

literal definition of young love. this man no doubt will always keep you smiling and laughing (like literally his first instinct when he sees that you’re upset is to make you smile, he can’t bear it when you’re sad). it’s also the way he says his love language is writing???? yup you’ll never hear from me again lmao. its refreshing to think that he would most definitely try to win you over using old-school tactics. walking to your door on your first date and meeting your parents briefly (who by the way, probably love him more than you do). chan is definitely a person with soooo much love to give and never EVER let’s you forget that it’s all yours to have. </3

it’s official, you hate your home. okay, maaaaybe that’s a small stretch..

you hate that your home is thousands of miles from your boyfriend.

after returning home from the tear filled car ride from the airport, you trudge your way across your apartment, not even bothering to clean up the mess that was left behind a couple hours prior. it’s where you and chan had made your last breakfast for a while together, and the thought of it made a new wave of tears fill your eyes.

as you head to your room, you find yourself catching small glimpses of your boyfriend and the mere memories he left here. how is it fair that he managed to squeeze his way into your heart and is able to take a little bits and pieces every time you’re apart? cheesy, you think, but true.

after reaching your room, you notice an envelope on top of your neatly made bed. it’s weird, because you definitely recall not having the time to make your bed this morning… oh chan. you let out a shaky sigh and pick it up, mentally preparing yourself for what’s about to come.

Hi my bunny, I hope you’re doing okay.

By the time you see this, I’m probably boarding my flight. This never gets easier, does it? I miss you already.

In the two years that we’ve been together, I’ve felt nothing but happiness but also have never experienced such heartbreak. I hate seeing you cry and I hate missing you. But most of all, I hate the distance. No matter how hard it gets, loving you is the easiest thing about all of this and loving you is worth it.

We’ll be together again sometime soon and I hope the thought of that is enough for you to keep going because it definitely is for me. I can’t wait for the day where we don’t have to worry about the stupid distance anymore, where we can just love each other and not think about anything else.

You’re my favourite person and the absolute light of my life. I can’t wait to have you in my arms again.

I love you I love you I love you.

Yours, Chan

damn it, you wipe your tears messily and hug the letter close to your heart, allowing yourself to let out a small sob. maybe you don’t hate your home after all. in fact, you love your home. he’s your home.

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newdeobis · 3 months

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ[22:48]

fem reader x juyeon

warnings: smut, he begs, idk wtf is this

"shit-" Juyeon throws his head back, shutting his eyes before voicing his thoughts out loud again, hands gripping your hips tigher, dragging his words with every thrust "tightest pussy I've ever felt. warmest too, shit baby-" he stares at you through the mirror when you moan his name in response, a smirk growing on his lips, tilting his brow in false mock "yeah, baby? you like it when I fuck you like this?"

you can only moan in response, barely breathing the words in between your mewls. It only excites Juyeon further — gritting his teeth, slowing his hips down only to fuck you deeper and harder until you're a mess "Say it louder, baby." he whispers, kissing your neck while running his fingers through your hair, slowly making a messy ponytail and using his grip to tilt your head and give him more skin to lick. His other hand making its way down, fingers grazing your clit as you can feel his smile on your neck "hm? come on, beautiful."

You're shaking, legs nearly giving out when Juyeon pinches your clit, teeth grazing your shoulder. The warmth you feel creeping up your body and the way your fingers grip the sheets tighter is enough to let you know you're almost there.

"I love it" you choke out, gagging when he picks up the pace, drawing small circles around your clit, "cock so big, so good, Juyeon." you stare back at him in the mirror, barely keeping your eyes open with the force of his thrusts "shit, you're gonna make me cum"

Juyeon hum, nodding "Mhm" he opens his mouth in a silent moan when your walls clench around him again "come for me?" he almost begs, brows drawn together and voice broken. He cries out "please? please come around me, beautiful"

You shake your head, trying to make it last longer. But the way the hand on your hair slowly descend to your neck, long fingers loosely wrapping around it while moaning your name, looking so sexy when he says a small "please?" again makes your body react to his every wish, crying out loud with how hard your orgasm hits you as you can feel Juyeon peppering kisses on your skin.

"that's it, baby" the boy says breathless, getting sloppier with every thrust as he can feel his own orgasm creeping up his spine, body trying to get close to yours and squeezing you against the mattress, not caring when your legs give out and using his own to spread yours wider, going even deeper.

"so good, so so so good, baby. Could fuck you like this all day, pussy so messy, so wet" Juyeon nods his head, nearly losing his mind when you moan his name. "keep saying my name, baby" he begs, his own thighs shaking when you call his name again. Eyes rolling back as he cums, fantasizing about it being raw as he brings your hips up to meet his, trying to fuck you deeper, trying to make you feel him inside even after he pulls out.

"fuck-" he smiles to himself while admiring your body, the hand on your hip making its way down to play with the wet mess on your inner thighs, wishing it was his cum on your skin, pulling out only to replace his cock with his fingers inside you. Kissing your shoulder to calm you down when you hiss from overstimulation

"shh, baby, I got you" he coos, biting back a smirk when you try to push your hips down to feel more of him as he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth "just want to taste you"

You look over your shoulder, pussy clenching around nothing when he moans around his fingers, eyes full of lust staring at the mess between your thighs before looking up at you "let me clean you up?" Juyeon asks, already knowing your answer but begging you anyways, lowering his body while staring at you, spreading your thighs once again so he could lick his way up your body, fingers squeezing your ass "please, baby?" teeth grazing your skin of inner thighs before licking it "promise I'll make a mess of you again..." another kiss, this time even closer than before, your hand instinctively moving back to grab his hair when you feel him breathing against your pussy, sounding so pussy drunk as he stares at it that you have to bite back a moan "just wanna taste you again, please."

#i can't move on babydoll #tbz smut #the boyz smut #tbz scenarios #the boyz drabbles #the boyz reactions #juyeon smut #lee juyeon smut #juyeon

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cupidjyu · 3 months

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fake valentine

sunwoo x reader

sunric valentine's day special pt 1. you ask sunwoo, who's your roommate and the perfect guy, to pretend to be your boyfriend for a valentine's day couples contest. little did you know, he has very large feelings for you...

genre: tooth-rotting cotton candy type fluff, roommates to lovers, fake relationship/taking pictures pretending to be a couple, shy and whipped sunwoo, wearing his hoodie!!! holding hands, sweet kisses, confessions, reader is bold and competitive notes: is it too early for valentines day? yes and i don't care 😚 word count: 6.4k

You never cared for Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t because you were jealous or sulky about having no one to spend it with or being lonely without anyone to kiss. You’ve heard about those types of complaints plenty of times from your friends. You simply found it irrelevant and not a day to spend so much time on when you could be doing anything else.

But that was then and this is now.

Now you cared. You were lying in bed, staring at your phone screen in complete awe.

Annual Valentine’s Day Couples Contest!

Win a mystery prize for posting pictures with the most likes!

You quickly sat up, your eyes brightening. One would think that you were focused on the “couples” part of the title. But no, you were instead eyeing the words, “contest” and “prize.” Anyone who knew you was aware that you adored competition. No matter how stupid the competition was, the thrill of competing and possibly winning a prize for your hard work was, what you believed, the most beautiful thing of life. Your friends would stare at you weirdly.

You didn’t even care if you didn’t know what the mystery prize actually was. It must be money or food. Either way, you looked up with a determined look. You were going to win this, even if you didn’t exactly have anyone to be a couple with.

Just as you were mulling over the possible choices, the door unlocked to your dorm. That was when you gasped in realization. He was right in front of you. He would be perfect.

“Be careful, Y/n.” Sunwoo walked in, shivering with flurries of snow decorating his fluffy hair. “It’s cold and slippery outside. I almost made a whole fool of mys–”

“Would you be my boyfriend?”

And almost like the wood floor was suddenly slick with ice, he slipped and almost fell flat on his face if it weren’t for the desk that he so desperately held on to. After regaining his balance, he stood up, brushed himself off, and then stared at you as if to silently ask, Are you absolutely crazy?

“Don’t give me that look,” you grumbled.

“W-we haven’t even gone on a proper date. I planned it out alre–” He choked once he realized that you were looking at him in amusement.

“You…” You had to suppress a laugh. “You already planned out a date for me? But we’re only roommates.”

His cheeks were already tinted red from the bitter cold outside. But for some reason, they reddened even more if that was possible. “I was kidding…” He looked away as he took off his coat and set down his bag. He shivered slightly before sitting next to you, still unable to look you in the eye.

You giggled and pulled out your phone, showing him the contest. “I should have specified for you to be my fake boyfriend.”

He stared at it blankly before turning to you with disbelief. “You want to fake being a couple just so you can win a prize that you don’t even know what it is?”

You nodded as if that was the most normal thing to say ever. “Yes. Is that so bad?”

He narrowed his eyes. “We’re just roommates. This is cheating.”

You scoffed. “Fine then.”

“That’s it?” He widened his eyes, giving you one of those round, puppy-like gazes that always made it hard for you to tease him. “No objections?”

You shrugged with an exaggerated frown. “No,” you sighed, much louder than needed. To add to the effect, you even scooted away from him and crossed your arms over your chest. In the corner of your eye, you could see him reach out to you with worry. And to make things just that much worse, you muttered a quiet, “I guess I’ll find someone else then.”

“No!” He blurted out, suddenly reaching forward and grabbing your hand. When you turned to him while biting back a smile, you realized that he was pouting.

“Oh? So you change your mind.”

“Don’t…” He bit his lip nervously. “Don’t go with anyone else.”

Finally, your grin broke through. Your excitement washed over you like a wave to the seashore as you quickly scooted back towards him. He stared at you in surprise. But to his further shock, you leaned close, right up against him so that your lips were only centimeters away from his.

He looked like he was about to explode.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, his expression adorably flustered.

You smiled lazily. “Just getting into character.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and tried to avoid your eyes but failed miserably. His voice was shaky as he asked, “By leaning closer?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Do you want me to do more?”

You could tell that Sunwoo’s mind flashed to… other scenarios when you said that. But putting those possible images aside, you cupped his face with your hands. Then, you squeezed them and started rambling.

“My sweet, sweet boyfriend. Aren’t you cold? Do you want me to kiss it away? And–” You cut yourself off with a snort, unable to take any of this seriously. Sunwoo was your roommate of a few years. It was different to pretend like you were dating him after accidentally falling asleep in his bed so many times.

“This is so funny,” you laughed. “Can you believe what I just said?” Except you trailed off when you looked up, only to see that he was staring at you with big eyes and red cheeks. There was a sort of hopefulness behind his gaze and you could almost feel his heart which was beating a mile a minute. “Wait a minute. You…”

“No,” he whispered, cringing as if he already knew what you were going to say.

“You liked it. You liked me babying you!” You exclaimed in revelation.

He groaned. “I didn’t.”

“You did.” You smiled wider. “What should I call you? My love?”

He stared at you, clearly not fazed.

“Angel? Cutie pie?”

He looked away and grumbled, “You’re embarrassing me.”

“Hm…” You leaned against his shoulder. The two of you were close as such. Though you only met through just being roommates, you got along perfectly well. Sunwoo who was significantly less energetic than you, always treated you well and tended to cheer you up when you were down. You did the same for him, always cracking jokes just to see that laugh and smile that rarely appeared.

You looked up at him, causing him to gulp and stare back. “What about baby?”

It seemed that you had hit the center of the target. That pet name was enough to send him reeling and then clearing his throat. He turned away and tried to cover his face with his hands.

“I… I hate it,” he whispered.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” you teased back. “Baby.” You marveled at the way he blushed further as he stood up abruptly and made his way to his bed that was just across yours. And like the absolute fool he was, he plopped down and screamed in his pillow.

You laughed loudly. “You do know I’m still here, right?”

“I’m ignoring you,” he mumbled, his voice muffled in the pillow.

“You can’t,” you sang. “We still have to take cute couple pictures.”

“I’ll get back to you later.”

Sunwoo approached you cautiously the next day. His hands fidgeted and he still struggled to look you in the eye.

“Let’s do it.”

“Just like that?” You stared at him slyly.

He nodded quietly. “Don’t… don’t make me take it back.”

“Okay,” you giggled. “I already have an idea for the first picture.”

“And that is?” He raised an eyebrow as he watched you get up from your bed. You walked over to his closet and opened it. He was suspicious, observing how you rummaged through his clothes before pulling out one of his hoodies. You held it up over your body and looked at him for confirmation. Except, he had no idea what exactly he was confirming.

“You want me to wear it?” He frowned.

You shook your head. “Can I wear it?”

His eyes widened comically. His gaze wandered over you again, but this time, taking note of how the hoodie was significantly larger on you than on him. “Wear… my hoodie?”

You nodded enthusiastically. When you caught on to how unsure he looked, you gave him a pleading look. Sunwoo gulped. You knew how hard it was for him to say no if you put on the right expression.

“Fine.”

With ease, almost like you had stolen his hoodie before already, you pulled it over your head. Immediately, it consumed you in warmth and it smelled just like him. You held your arms out and turned back to him, tilting your head questioningly.

“What do you think?”

The man simply could not even speak. He had no words but you could tell just by looking at him. He blinked and looked away, his ears turning an alarming red. His hands grasped onto the bed as if to try to keep himself from somehow falling off it.

“You…” His voice trailed off, looking back to you. Previously, he was just avoiding his eyes but now he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. You liked it when he looked at you like that–so admiringly with a soft gaze. It made you feel weird inside. “Cute. You look cute.”

You laughed. “Thank you.” You approached him and held your hand out to gesture him to get up. But instead of following your gesture, he straight up took hold of your hand, his thumb caressing the back of it. “Oh.” You stared at him, wide-eyed. Still, you quickly recovered and led him over to the nearby mirror set up in your dorm.

You stood in front of him and gently led him to stand close behind you.

Then, you said something that left him coughing on plain air.

“Backhug me.”

“What?” He squawked. Yet again, he was blushing. You didn’t know you were that capable of making him blush so much.

When you stared at him expectantly, he could only sigh. Hesitantly, you felt two arms tentatively being wrapped around your waist. His hold was gentle, almost like he was afraid to hurt you in some way. He leaned closer and tightened his embrace ever so slightly. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat at the way he held you so gently and warmly.

“Like this?” He whispered into your ear.

A quick “mhm!” was all you could reply with. You pulled your phone out and positioned it to take a picture of the mirror reflection. When you zoomed in, you could see how embarrassed Sunwoo was as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You suppressed a giggle. “You can hide your face if you want. It can create suspense.”

He happily obliged as he turned his head to instead hide his face in the crook of your neck. You tried not to shiver at how his lips and breath brushed against your skin.

The picture turned out perfectly with how his arms wrapped around you firmly and your giddy smile could be seen. Only Sunwoo’s fluffy hair was visible as he nuzzled into your neck. You couldn’t help but think… why did this look so realistic?

“Okay,” you whispered, patting his hand. “We’re done.”

But even after that, Sunwoo refused to let go. Instead, he held you closer, pulling your back to his chest. You gasped quietly.

“Sunwoo?”

“I like holding you like this,” he mumbled, almost sleepily. It was like he was in some sort of trance.

Your heart was beating a million times faster now. “You like hugging me? Do you want to do it everyday then?”

He looked up and quickly pulled away as if he just realized what he was doing. “I–” When he caught sight of your teasing face, he groaned and pulled away. “Forget what I said.”

“I don’t think I can.” You grinned. “Hug me again if you want.”

He stared longingly like he really did want to. But instead, he tore his gaze away and headed into your shared bathroom, mumbling to himself.

“What was I thinking?”

You couldn’t help but smile fondly. Who knew your roommate could be so endearing?

“You know what would be cute?” You stood at his bed. Sunwoo was lying down, watching something on his phone as he stared up at you skeptically. You didn’t even allow him to answer. “Candid photos.”

“Candid photos?” He furrowed his eyebrows with confusion. His eyes traveled down to where you slightly shivered from the cold weather. Almost immediately like it was the most natural thing, he held up the blankets so that you could climb in. You happily obliged, snuggling up to his warm body.

This was what you meant by “accidentally falling asleep on his bed so many times.” He always offered you his bed when you were cold and somehow, you would open your eyes to the morning sun.

“Candid photos!” You exclaimed, causing him to wince ever so slightly. “And they have to be real. You know, the type where you really have no idea that the camera’s on you.”

“How’re we gonna do that?” He muttered, yawning. “We’re always aware of each other.” It was only the afternoon yet for some reason, whenever you were cuddled up to him, he became a lot more sleepy.

You thought for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know, it was just an idea. I doubt it’ll really work out.”

He hummed silently before he readjusted the blankets over you, prioritizing your warmth over his. You smiled and began to start rambling about random topics that came up in your head. That was what you liked about Sunwoo. He was quiet but he always listened.

But maybe… always was an overstatement.

You paused abruptly. Sunwoo had fallen asleep, his lips pulled into a natural pout. You couldn’t help but look at him in endearment.

“Do I talk too much?”

When he didn’t respond, you sighed and were about to leave the bed. But then, a hand caught your wrist, pulling you back in.

“You don’t talk too much,” he mumbled.

“You’re… awake?”

“Barely. Now keep on talking. I like it.”

Your heart swelled.

You were slowly losing your battle with exhaustion. You sat at the library desk, your eyesight growing blurry as you stared hopelessly at your computer. You needed to finish up an assignment but the lack of sleep was definitely getting to you.

To no avail, your head slumped down and you quickly fell asleep with your cheek resting in your arms.

It took Sunwoo, who was studying next to you, a while to notice that your typing had long stopped. But when he did, he peered down at you to make sure you were okay. Of course, you were. You just fell asleep.

He shook his head. Typical. Yet he couldn’t let go of the fond smile that overtook his lips.

He took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. Then, he sat back down next to you and chose to simply admire your features. His heart bloomed and his feelings grew impossibly larger.

Pretty even when asleep.

After admiring you for a little while longer, he spotted his phone nearby and came up with an amazing idea. He opened the camera and took a picture, making sure not to get any bad angles of you. He smiled adoringly at the picture.

Your eyes were shut and your cheek was squished against your arm. But even so, he thought you were just beautiful. In the very corner of the picture, his hand was resting on your head, stroking through your hair ever so gently. As quietly as he could, he put down his phone and returned to stroking your hair.

And even after you woke up and the two of you headed back together, he still found himself staring at the picture late at night with a stupidly bewitched smile.

You giggled quietly at the amount of likes and comments that the two of you had received from the first picture. Your eyes landed on one of the comments made by your very own friend.

finally !!!! 🥰

“Finally?” You mumbled to yourself, staring at your phone perplexed. You looked up to steal a glance at Sunwoo, only to find him sitting at his desk, earphones plugged in. He was writing things down in a notebook but you were more focused on his handsome face.

You were no stranger to the fact that Sunwoo was a good-looking guy. He had pretty yet masculine features, pouty lips, and what you liked the most–his fluffy hair. Sometimes but very rarely, he let you play with it.

Where you were sitting was the perfect angle to capture his sharp jawline. You quickly brought up your phone and snapped a picture.

“Aha!” You suddenly yelled, loud enough for Sunwoo to startle and pull off his earphones. He stared at you in alarm. You were standing up, looking at your phone like you had just won the lottery. “I got it! The candid photo.” You held up your phone, showing off the picture you took of him sitting at his desk.

His cheeks flushed as his eyes scanned over it.

“Why now?” He whined.

“You looked handsome.”

Sunwoo froze, his whole body going rigid. “I did?”

“Of course baby.”

He scowled, trying his best to look annoyed but ultimately failed. You could see how embarrassed he was over being complimented and from that particular pet name.

“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled.

“Okay.”

His head snapped up. “Wait actually–”

“Okay, baby.” You grinned at him with amusement. You knew that he was going to immediately take his words back. Once he heard the pet name again, he practically melted at the sound of it.

“Oh, I…” He pulled out his phone. “I took one of you too.”

You widened your eyes in surprise. “You did? When?”

“Yesterday,” he shyly replied. He showed you the picture of you asleep in the library after failing to finish an already overdue assignment. You cringed and hid your face.

“Agh, I look bad,” you complained, a blush appearing on your face. Sunwoo quickly noticed and he stared at you in absolute awe. He thought you were cute like this.

“Why?” He frowned, completely serious. “I thought you looked really pretty.”

“Whoa,” you gasped. “Since when were you so bold?”

He stared at you for a moment as if it was still registering in his head what he just said. And then he coughed awkwardly and averted his gaze. “I won’t take it back.”

You pulled on his arm, letting him sit beside you. “And why’s that?”

“Because it’s true,” he whispered. “You look pretty. All the time.”

Your lips parted as you stared at him in shock. When you asked about him being bold, you didn’t expect him to become even more so. “Sunwoo,” you breathed out. This was normal for roommates, right?

His eyes wandered down to your lips for a brief second before he frantically checked the watch. “I have a meeting with my professor. I– I should go.”

“Wait–”

But he was already grabbing his bag, putting on his shoes, and scrambling out the door. You furrowed your eyebrows and checked the date. His professor certainly wasn’t in office that day. So why exactly did he run away?

“How’d the meeting with your professor go?” You crossed your arms over your chest with a raised eyebrow.

He cringed and avoided your eyes. “I didn’t meet with him.”

“Just as I thought,” you hummed. “But you run away after telling me I’m pretty?” Without even realizing it, you were practically interrogating him, backing him up against the door. He swallowed thickly as he stared down at you with flushed cheeks. You frowned further, noticing how he tried so very hard to avoid your gaze—a clear sign of a lie. “Am I missing something here?”

You couldn’t help but overthink. Was it you? Did you maybe do something wrong that made him regret complimenting you? You would admit that the way he called you pretty with such a low yet admiring voice made your heart flutter ever so slightly. So why did he take it back so quickly?

“Y/n.” He sighed with defeat. His eyes scanned over your face, doused with skepticism and worry. And to your surprise, he was the one who stepped forward, tugging on your arm and pulling you to his chest. “I’m sorry. I got embarrassed.” His voice quieted and you could feel his heartbeat speed up.

You inhaled in surprise, pulling away to stare up at him. “You ran away because you were… shy?” Your eyes soon began to glint with wonder.

He nodded quietly.

“That’s–” you snorted. “That’s so cute.”

“What?” He choked.

“You know you can say anything to me, right? Sunwoo, how could you be so…” Your hands came up to swipe away the hair that fell over his face, revealing his forehead. You had the sudden need to kiss it, but quickly stomped that thought away. Instead, you simply chose to just look into his eyes with an endeared smile, one that sent his face softening and the hand around your waist tightening anxiously.

“So?” He pried shyly.

“So perfect.” You grinned, continuing to play with his hair. Usually, he would flinch or get startled. But this time, he almost melted into your touch like a puppy. After a few more minutes of combing your fingers through his hair, you suddenly pulled away, much to his disliking. You almost missed the way he tried to reach forward for you again.

“Baby, let’s go out on a date,” you spoke casually, almost like you two were a real couple. He tilted his head in confusion.

“Like…”

“Let’s fake go out,” you corrected yourself, overlooking the way his shoulders sank ever so slightly. “Our last post was so popular–the one with the candid photos? So many people are rooting for us.”

Sunwoo quickly brightened when he noticed how wide you were smiling. He always liked it when you were happy. And so, he reached for his coat and beckoned for the door. “Then let’s go.” He charmingly smiled at you back, one that almost made you forget to grab your own coat too.

The two of you opted to take a walk in the park. The weather was beautiful with its bright blue skies and perfectly angled sun. Though, it was still chilly causing you to huddle up to Sunwoo’s side which he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

“Though this is an early Valentine’s Day contest, do you have an actual valentine when the day comes?” You peered up at him curiously.

He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head sheepishly. “No, I don’t have one.” He paused and looked at you cautiously. “Do you?”

You replied similarly with a shake of your head. Oddly, Sunwoo seemed to relax at your answer.

“Then… wouldn’t you saw that we would be perfect for each other?” You asked teasingly. “Considering we both don’t have anyone.”

You expected Sunwoo to maybe laugh at your joke or refute it with a roll of his eyes. But instead, he gave you a stupidly soft smile as he hummed approvingly. “I’d think so. I think I…” He puffed his chest out. “Would be perfect for you.”

You gaped at him before sputtering with a laugh. You leaned into him, your laughter causing you almost to topple over. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” he huffed. “Don’t I look serious?”

You raised an eyebrow and stared at how he somehow tried to make himself look tougher and taller. “No.”

He made an incoherent sound with his throat before deflating with defeat. You couldn’t help but giggle, hopelessly endeared. “Sunwoo.”

“Hm?”

“You would be perfect for me,” you said. “Just… you know, without trying to look taller and bigger. I think I like you just how you are.” You scrunched your nose and pinched his cheek.

Sunwoo looked at you with hope in his eyes. “Really?”

“Really.”

He blushed profusely as he desperately tried to come up with some sort of response. All he could come up with was a stuttering, “I like you just how you are too.”

“Thank you,” you teased. Then, you suddenly stopped him. Without an explanation, you ran over to a nearby bench to set your phone down, facing the trail that the two of you were just walking on. He stared at you curiously as you pressed record. “Let’s keep walking,” you spoke, breathlessly.

He smiled, slowly catching on. Your initial plan was to record you walking alongside him while chatting. But instead, your plan came falling down.

Sunwoo was the one who took hold of your hand. His hands were cool but gentle as he hesitantly intertwined his fingers with yours, locking you in his hold. He stared down at you with an absolutely lovesick smile that sent you briefly spiraling with confusion before you decided to push those feelings down to decipher for later.

You experimentally swung his hand making him laugh and tighten his hold on your hand.

“Don’t let go,” he whispered after leaning close to your ear. It was like he didn’t want your phone to pick up his words—like he wanted to preserve affection only for you.

“I won’t.” You grinned. You suddenly felt a huge surge of affection and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He tilted his body slightly so it was more comfortable.

“Do roommates act like we do?” You asked quietly. “You confuse me, Sunwoo.”

His thumb caressed your hand and you could feel the beat of his heart resonate through yours. “I don’t know. But all I know is that I care for you, Y/n.”

You felt your throat go dry. You started to wonder if you were completely oblivious all this time—that maybe his smiles and his tentative touches on you meant something completely else. You weren’t just incredibly close roommates but… something else. Yet, you didn't know what.

“I think we need to talk later,” you whispered.

You felt Sunwoo stiffen next to you and his hand pulled away slightly.

After walking back to your shared dorm with his hand grasped in yours and his jacket now wrapped around your shoulders because you got cold, the two of you sat down on the bed. A silence had befallen the two of you–hesitant and full of possibilities good or bad.

“Sunwoo,” you finally spoke up, turning to him with a concerned face. “I need to ask you something.”

His fists clenched nervously in his lap. “Yeah?”

“What did… all this mean to you? This fake couple thing that we had going on.” You didn’t even know the answer yourself. In the very beginning, you were sure this would just be a simple facade so that you could satisfy your craving for competition. But it no longer was a facade. It was something that left your feelings jumbled into a tangle of romantic emotions for your roommate.

His eyes shifted away. Already, you could tell there was going to be a lie that would leave his lips.

“Nothing. I just wanted to help you.”

“Really?” You inquired slowly.

“Yeah,” he whispered untruthfully. “I– I have to meet a friend now. So–” He got up and almost made his way to the door if you hadn’t held onto his hand and pulled him back to face you. You stepped backward only to realize that you had already run out of space and he was now cornering you against the desk.

You widened your eyes, glancing down to where one hand of his was holding onto yours while the other was resting on the desk. You were close, too close and you didn’t know what to do. It seemed Sunwoo didn’t know either.

“What are we doing?” He quietly asked, his voice low. His gaze shifted across your features nervously.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“Y/n…”

“First, you call me pretty all the time with those stupid soft eyes and sweet smiles. And then you supposedly stroked my hair while I was asleep? And you– you say that you care for me which, didn’t sound like how a mere friend would say it.” You groaned, a blush appearing on your cheeks. “I just don’t get it.”

“Y/n,” he said again. When you looked up, you realized that he was smiling at you and only you. His gaze was yet again gentle and warm as he let go of your hand and the desk, instead opting to snake them around your waist to pull you into his embrace.

You gasped quietly. And then you grumbled, cursing yourself for relaxing into his warm hold. “Why do you always hug me like this?”

He didn’t answer just yet, instead pulling away to simply stare at your face as if to silently tell you that you were beautiful. When you looked closely, you could see that his ears were red and his pupils dilated.

“And why…” You breathed out shakily. “Why do you look at me like that?”

Even when you tried to glare at him to make him look away, he just kept on looking at you like that. It was like ice how his face would just melt whenever you would come in sight. Sometimes his lips would pull into a pout when he was worried about you. Other times, he would have this faint smile full of fondness whenever you so much as laugh.

And finally, Sunwoo answered. It was quiet and filled with insecurity but you could hear it anyway.

“Because I want you to be my real valentine. I… really like you, Y/n.”

You could feel the walls that you tried to build up quickly come crumbling down. Your hands rested on his chest as you stared up at him in utter shock. “What?”

“This whole time that we’ve been this fake couple, I wanted it to be real,” he whispered, biting his lip shyly. He was hiding back a smile and you admired how cute he looked doing so. “I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. And for a while now.”

Your lips were also fighting back a wide smile. “You want me to be yours?”

He nodded quietly, staring at you unsurely. “But I’m a clumsy fool for you. That’s why I try to run away all the time. Because I… I don’t want you to see that side of me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “But I like that side of you.”

“But–”

“And who said I’m not already yours?”

He stared at you as if to try to process your words. When they finally did, he let out a quiet whine and leaned forward to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “But wasn’t this a fake thing for you to win a competition?” He mumbled against your skin, his breath tickling.

You hummed. “I take it back. I hereby state that we’ve been a real couple this whole time. And that’s because I really like you too, Sunwoo.”

His hold on your waist tightened and he pulled back to stare at you with adorably wide puppy eyes. “You do? You–”

You grinned, finally letting your happiness and new feelings overcome you. And this time, you buried your face into him, but instead in his chest, inhaling his familiar, warm scent.

“You can’t joke with me, Y/n.” His voice vibrated throughout your whole body.

“I’m not!” You laughed.

He could only stare at you skeptically. But even with his suspiciousness, you could tell that he too, felt giddy with how his blush had spread to his cheeks.

But, there must be some way to further convince him that you returned his feelings.

That was when an idea hit you. You quickly led him to sit on your bed and pulled out your phone.

“We should take a selfie for the contest.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Now? Right after I just confessed my feelings?” But no matter how tough or nonchalant he tried to look, you could feel his care in the way his hand yet again, found its way around your waist, rubbing circles on your hip as he stared at you attentively.

You nodded slyly. Then, you held up the phone and leaned close so that your cheek was practically against his. Sunwoo smiled awkwardly yet endearingly as he waited for you to press the button.

But instead of simply posing and taking the picture, you decided to turn your head and press a kiss to his cheek. Your phone made the click! sound but all you could hear was Sunwoo’s sharp inhale.

You put your phone down and faced him. Sunwoo was simply speechless, unable to let out a single word. His hand came up to touch the spot that you had just pressed your lips to as he dumbly gaped at you.

“Did you just…”

You nodded, smiling excitedly. “Did that prove it? That I really like you too?”

He could only mutter a quiet yes, his chest heaving up and down.

“Is your heart okay?” You teased.

He held a hand over it. “No, I think I’m dying.”

You burst out laughing, leaning into his side. You opened your phone to look at the picture that you just took. It was adorably hilarious. Sunwoo was staring at the camera, not with that awkward smile, but rather with his lips parted and his eyes wide. Your eyes were closed with your lips in contact with his cheek.

“Isn’t it cute?”

He groaned. “That’s embarrassing. I wasn’t ready.”

“That was the point.” You rolled your eyes.

“Then… can we take another one?” He stared at you hopefully. “And this time, when we’re both ready.”

You immediately knew what he was talking about but chose to tease him further. “And how do we do that?”

He grimaced and took in a deep breath. “You’ll see.”

“Okay.” You smiled, inching closer just to make it a little easier for him. Again, you held up the phone, positioning it so it would capture both of your faces–both flushed with newfound romantic feelings.

Sunwoo then carefully cupped your jaw, turning you to face him. You stared wide-eyed, feeling your heart stutter at just how close he was. Then, he whispered softly, “Can I kiss you, Y/n?” It was at that moment that you began to miss the shy Sunwoo who always ran away because now, you began to feel weak all over, even struggling to hold up your phone.

You nodded slowly and Sunwoo smiled, completely captivated by you. He leaned in after and you closed your eyes, feeling a pair of soft lips on yours. Momentarily, you forgot what moment to press the capture button and instead opted to continuously press it in hopes it would work. But no matter the angle you took the picture, nothing would compare to the feeling of Sunwoo’s gentle touch on you as he tilted your head up and kissed you lovingly.

Soon enough, it seemed that he had gotten too enthusiastic as he pressed further forward, causing you to lose balance and fall back against the bed with a yelp.

“Sunwoo!” You broke apart momentarily, catching your breath. Sunwoo now caged you under his arms, pinning you to the bed. His fluffy hair fell over his forehead adorably and his eyes were full of adoration.

“Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t think kissing you would feel so nice.”

You stared at him, utterly shocked before sighing with a shy smile. “Then why don’t you continue?”

“Of course,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks first. “Maybe don’t take pictures of this though. This moment is just for us only.”

You snorted, glancing down to where your phone had already fallen to the floor. Sunwoo smiled with a glint in his eyes before he leaned back down to attach his lips again.

“What is that picture?” He groaned, staring down at your phone. You were cuddled up to his side, resting your head on his chest as you scrolled through the pictures you just took.

The first was the cheek kiss which you would never get over with his cute, shocked face. The next was just before the two of you had your first kiss, your cheeks red and Sunwoo’s eyes already looking down at your lips. You swiped to the next picture where the two of you were actually kissing, small smiles forming on both of your lips.

And then there was the last one you took before your phone fell. It was blurry but you could still easily make out what was happening. You were falling backward on the bed as Sunwoo pounced on you from kissing so hard. Sunwoo’s eyebrows were furrowed with focus and you could briefly see your arm that was up in the air, about to grab hold of his neck for balance.

You giggled. “We’re so going to win.”

“Is that all you care about?” He grumbled.

“Is someone sulky?” You cooed. “Don’t worry, I care about you the most.”

He huffed before holding you closer in his embrace. The two of you fell asleep right after he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You slapped your hand over your mouth, staring at the post on your screen.

“We didn’t win.”

Sunwoo sat up, blinking heavily from sleep. “What?” He mumbled. “I thought you said we were popular.”

“We were,” you whined. “But another couple still beat us.” You peered at the picture of the winners, recognizing the guy as one of your classmates, Eric. It was a cute photo, you would admit with how he had his hand around his significant other’s waist and how he smiled at them, clearly in love.

He reminded you much like a certain someone.

Sunwoo tilted his head. “So what was the prize then?”

“Oh! Right.” You peered closer. And then you huffed. “It was a free date to a fancy restaurant.”

He stared at you for a while, leaving you confused. But to surprise you even more, he leaned in and kissed you. “Let’s go out today.”

“Where?” You widened your eyes.

“To that fancy restaurant. Who needs the prize when I can pay for it?”

#the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #the boyz fluff #tbz fluff #tbz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #tbz x reader #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo fluff #requests 💞#drabbles 💞

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leejynz · 1 year

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can u do boyfriend! eric or boyfriend! changmin scenario

might as well do both

tbz scenarios - boyfriend! eric / fluff!

*note this is all fictional and just based off of my opinions on the boyz (eric & changmin) js for fun*

- 50% acts like a man and 50% acts like a baby

- buys you vip seats everytime to all the sports games you want to go too

- gets pouty when your attention is on a male celebrity on the tv “yah!! what about me?!? your boyfriend is an idol!!!”

- sends you selfies of him when he’s about to go to bed when he’s on tour “i miss you baby *face kiss emoji*”

- cleans the house when he comes home from work while you’re still at work

- can’t hide his smirk when you lay on his chest; raising his ego

- can’t help but smile when he gently fixes your hair when you’re sleeping but tries to not wake you up

- back hugs 24/7.

- contact name (you): my sweetheart (have you seen his weverse 😉)

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tbz scenarios - boyfriend! changmin / fluff!

- tucks your hair behind your ear when youre stressed

- always covers a blanket over you whenever you fall asleep in the couch

- text arguments about who misses who more “i know you miss me but i miss you the most 😡”

- the type that would love to rest on your chest instead of the other way around

- rubs his head on your neck in the morning at any random time (cuddling)

- never gives his food to his members but will give you a sip of his drink if you do aegyo for him

- leaves daily sticky notes on the fridge “morning dummy don’t skip breakfast”

- contact name (you): my pigeon (yes bc of the nyc pigeon but i feel like it’s a pet name he’d give)

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hcuyk · 1 month

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okay since you're back, may i please request something around 4am with changmin (or sunwoo?) and make it angst or comfort or whatever just because why not thank you my love i'm so happy you're here you don't imagine how much

[4:01AM]

Not often did you wake up in the middle of the night, yet something felt different. Maybe it was because there was a sudden lump that had developed within your pillow or the temperature in the room had changed, but your dream had slowly faded into darkness. As you adjusted to your senses and reality itself, your eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of Changmin in the dark.

Your eyes traced the silhouette illuminated by the moon, noticing his eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling. Unsure of both the time and if Changmin had noticed you, you scooted over to where he was and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging it close to your chest.

“Why are you up?” you mumbled while tucking your nose behind his shoulder, wanting to remain as close as possible.

Changmin turned his head to face you, slightly startled that you had woken up, but his parted lips of shock curled up into a warm smile—it was almost impossible to not be in love whenever he saw you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting in his spot, adjusting so he could bring you into his arms.

“Why are you awake, hm?” He pulled you in close and against his chest, allowing you to snuggle up against him within his embrace.

“I asked you first,” you retaliated. You gave him an exaggerated pout before having it interrupted with a yawn. He shook his head and laughed at you softly, his arms squeezing you. He then had one of his hands gently pat you on the head, providing a weak attempt to get you back to sleep.

“Just woke up randomly, and I couldn’t go back asleep,” he whispered.

“You better not be bullshitting.” He giggled at your grumble, causing you to shuffle your feet under the comforters and kick his legs when you found them. Changmin then burst out in laughter at your terrible attempt and refuted the action by locking his legs around yours, trapping you completely in his hold.

Instead of fighting back, your tired state melted against him, but you still glared at him as a threat.

“I’m not bullshitting, I promise.” Your skepticism made him coo and kiss your nose, watching as your bunched-up facial features began to relax.

“We sleep together?” Noticing your slight worry, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss against your lips to reassure you.

“We sleep together.”

It had taken less than a few minutes for you to knock out, but Changmin was still completely awake. He would play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear, before his thoughts drifted off once more. He kissed your cheek with a whispered ‘I love you’ before untangling himself from you to glance at the ceiling once more.

His eyes then trailed over to the nightstand by their bed, and without much thought, he silently pulled out the drawer to take out a small velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal the ring he had bought you and raised it to where the moon was shining, wanting to look at it one last time before officially getting down on one knee for you.

His heart thudded against his chest and fluttered the moment he thought about you wearing it on your ring finger. He smiled and put it away so he could go back to holding you, finally relaxed enough to fall back asleep.

You were his forever, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

permanent taglist . . . @armysantiny @stealanity @zzoguri @nyujjan @tinisprout @the-kpop-simp

author's note // first timestamp for changmin! (the other one was unhinged and we pretend it doesn't exist 😭). matty my biggest supporter ilysmsmsmsmsmsmsm thank you for sending this in i hope you enjoy ALSO this may or may not be canon kidult changmin 🫣

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stealanity · 2 months

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playlist one , the boyz ( cch to src ) :

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ꕤ choi chanhee ,

the so-called boyfriend ( smau , hiatus )

better

yarrow

cry for me

strawberry flavor

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[ 8:42pm ]

[ 10:42pm ]

[ 11:12pm ]

[ 5:25am ]

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ꕤ ji changmin ,

you did well

lying eyes

first love

dream of you

dream of you ( part two )

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[ 10:32pm ]

[ 2:24am ]

[ 6:17am ]

[ 6:14pm ]

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ꕤ ju haknyeon ,

our secret little date

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[ 12:24pm ]

[ 8:23pm ]

[ 9:36pm ]

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ꕤ kim sunwoo ,

color palette ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. eric , written serie , discontinued )

you're save

late night kiss

a to z being your boyfriend

old toy

new toy

ghost train

just friends

easier

unashamedly

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[ 3:47am ]

[ 3:45am ]

[ 9:45pm ]

[ 6:38pm ]

[ 11:57pm ]

[ 11:25pm ]

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ꕤ sohn eric ,

endless race ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. sunwoo , written serie , discontinued )

age of love

broken night

never be you

roulette to your heart

because of you

black hair & red lipstick

all over

one bed

birthday present(s)

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[ 3:22pm ]

[ 2:56pm ]

[ 2:24pm ]

[ 2:04am ]

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ꕤ ot-eleven ,

sorry, for breaking your heart ( written serie , hiatus )

kiss or kill? ( one shot )

the boyz as the vamps' songs

october 19 : international kiss your crush day

kiss their s/o for the first time

their s/o asking them for one last kiss

their s/o having a habit of sitting on their lap

their s/o being drunk

their s/o cutting their hair short

their s/o holding hands when they're anxious / clingy

their crush not being touchy

always having an extra scrunchie for their s/o

watching a horror movie with their s/o

sharing a bed with their s/o for the first time

accidently outing their relationship on vlive

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. . . link to hyung line !

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sadnightforus · 5 months

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YOU MIGHT BE SLEEPING (LJY)

biker boyfriend!juyeon x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: In an attempt to surprise you for the 500 days anniversary, he took you on a ride to his favorite places that are far away from the city, after various complaints from you that you found nothing to do in Seoul.

WORD COUNT: 3.9K

WARNINGS: none… we reached this point guys (besides the mentioning of Eric being a super rich guy that’s all). too much fluff *insert the crying waterfall emoji because normal emoji does not cut it*

A/N: don’t know if y’all know this but I was inspired by that one particular fanmade video. the og concept was supposed to have a bad boy vibe but he looks too good in that middle pic so I have to comply with this one instead. so cute, I’m kicking my feet fr. also omg full on fluffy soft fic from me??? I Will Die. 😭😭😭

ALSO THIS IS THE FANMADE VID.

reblogs, comments and likes are appreciated!

You’re bored of Seoul.

Don’t get it wrong, you don’t hate the city at all. But Seoul always has something going on. The streets look amazing during the day and night and there’s modern technology everywhere. Everything seems so fancy and lavish. You’re proud of how far the world has come.

Even though it’s incredibly hard to earn a quiet time for yourself since it’s a really busy city and if you want complete silence, you have to block out their own voices. It’s hard to ignore the presence of others when there are loud noises and so many people at once.

However, for you, it’s also the city of love.

You met Juyeon when you both first enrolled into the same college and happened to closely share a semester together due to the duo group work your professor was making you do (and the deadline was well over 2 weeks). Those 2 weeks were blissful, you used to think he was a bit cold and even more so, a bit too full of himself, since he is immediately dubbed as ‘the dancing prince’ and he hangs out with the popular crowd. But your first impressions didn’t matter because he was incredibly nice and polite, and was so helpful when helping you with the project too, be it ideas or just offering to take places in completing the work. And you both ended up getting an A due to the outstanding efforts you put into your work, which you have to thank your amazing partner for.

And after the project ended, he still keeps in contact with you, insisting that you’re quite an interesting individual to know and hope to develop a further friendship. A total lie from him because he later admitted that when you both got into a relationship with the saying that by then, he already liked you and he just wanted to see if he has a chance with you.

Now back to the present.

It’s Saturday and you both are on a semester break. You live with your roommate/coworker and she’s off to work already, leaving you alone in this apartment as it’s your day off today. You were cleaning up your room and wiping off the dust off the furniture when suddenly you received a phone call. You look at your caller ID and you can’t help but smile when you see who it is.

So you pick up, pausing your cleaning process so you can talk to him just a little bit.

“Hi, my pretty baby.”

That name never fails to flatter you and make your heart jump out of your chest.

“Hey there, pretty boy.”

You think you do a pretty job concealing your flustered face and tone (rightfully, sue him for reducing you into a mushy lover). Otherwise, you would’ve been so embarrassed if he knew he had done irreversible damage to you.

“You don’t have any plans for anything today, right?”

“Why? You wanna take me to one of Eric’s father’s fancy restaurants?”

“Great idea, actually.” He laughs, humoring you along. It’s no secret that Juyeon loves spoiling you. He had a hard exterior, according to all of your friends and you yourself. But when you guys began dating, they were subjected to the PDA between you two and their opinions on him quickly changed because just who is this guy? And plus, he also likes to take you on a new adventure.

Somehow, it makes you feel like a naïve teenage girl who’s dating a bad boy and you always wanted to ask him if he is truly one (even if you know he works part-time as a barista for his parents’ café shop). It’s hard to believe that someone as perfect as him can possibly exist. It’s unbelievable.

“I was wondering if you’d like to join me for today's exploring.” He shyly explains and you can feel his shy smile tugs through his tone. What have you done in your past life to get a guy like him wrapped around your finger? Whatever you were doing, you’ve done it right.

“If it’s Seoul, I’ve practically walked through every shady alleyway. It’s no fun.” You whine, your wet cloth cleaning off the dust is long forgotten amidst the phone call between you and your lover.

“It’s not Seoul. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He keeps it vague and you suspect that he has a surprise for you.

“Okay, let me clean myself up a bit.” You exclaim, putting down the wet cloth and hanging it up to dry from your bedroom (in your defense, it’s not dirty at all. You have a habit of wiping off your dust often and you definitely don’t have enough time in your hand to clean it right now).

“Can you pick me up in an hour and a half?” You ask him, strutting around in your room to go to your bathroom to freshen yourself up.

“You can still show up in sweats and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” He says, means every single word of it because he thinks you’re pretty. So goddamn pretty he loses his mind over you and he doesn’t believe that he’s the one who gets to have you all the time.

“Lee Juyeon, shut up. I think I stink. Do you honestly like it when I’m sweating like a dog?” You make a gagging face while you’re putting on your cleansing foam.

“The sweats can’t wipe away your beauty.” His reply makes you want to bang your head into the wall so bad.

God, he’s such a romantic.

“I’m showering. You can save that sappiness when you pick me up later.” You furiously blush, trying to get him to end the call so you can get ready to go wherever he leads you to.

“I’ll see you later then, baby.”

And the line is disconnected.

You sulk a bit before putting your device back as you snap back to reality. But you’re also beyond excited where he will take you to today.

So you divert your attention back onto getting ready and hoping that the new things you’ve been wanting to try out will work.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” Is the first thing Juyeon says after he comes to pick you up.

You decide to wear a black big cozy jacket, combined with black jeans and white shirt, which goes with his similar casual wear that he chooses.

There’s a spark in his eyes as he scams your whole body. A boyish smile yet so much of a shyness ticks behind that expression. He hands you a helmet, to which you still remember that the particular item is a gift from his dad who bought motorcycle tools equipment as a present for his 19th birthday and that includes the helmet you’re holding in your hand. You check to see if it has been unlocked yet. Once you see that it does, you quickly put it on your head, adjusting it properly before locking it and you gently hop onto the vehicle, excited for the ride.

“Are you ready?” He asks, wanting to make sure that you’re seating yourself comfortably before the motorcycle takes off.

“I’m all done.”

And you hear the engine takes off, as the vehicle takes both of you far away from your place.

The air feels fresher than usual, the atmosphere and the feelings remind you of the old Hong Kong movies you used to watch with your friends as a teenager. You always dream of doing something wild and adventurous to feel the essence of the ‘neon & loneliness’— something that has been used to precisely describe those types of movies. And now it’s like you’re living your dreams out.

If it’s a dream then you don’t want to wake up from it.

His soft woody cologne that radiates from his body all makes you feel like everything is in a daze and you’re the main protagonist of those films that you always loved. How did you get so lucky?

The motor is being driven further away from the city and you’ve crossed numerous luxurious stores and fancy places as you hold on tight to your lover. You’ve seen different kinds of people today; the sad, the happy, the singles, the couples, the divorced, the kids, teenagers, adults and you think you might’ve driven past celebrities by accident too.

Your eyes are trained to watch the road and take your worries off the daily life you’re experiencing today. You think though, instead, it’s making you realize something very precious about life.

People can be in a state of anything, regardless of their age. And they’re diverse, they have something to tell. Behind every person, there’s a story that is waiting for a person to uncover those. Uncover the deepest, best and worst parts of themselves.

You think you’re lucky that your boyfriend is the most gentle and caring person who always brings out the best part of yourself. Never once had you ever felt as if you were held back or restricted from good opportunities. He always encourages you to chase after your dream, while he steadily works towards his goal.

The short breeze through the city now has long escaped. You both are going somewhere unfamiliar, although you’re not sure how exactly familiar he is with where he plans to take you. However, you know better than to doubt him when he is quite literally the very same person with a really great taste in everything.

Your thoughts do eventually come to a stop as he drives to a gas station and by that time, it’s around 3 and a half in the afternoon. The vehicle’s engine is no longer running after he shuts the power off and you know it’s time you get off the bike.

“I’d like to fill in the tank please.” Is what he says. His honey voice, ever so softly, makes you wonder how people aren’t falling for him already. The staff comes to him immediately and helps fill in the gas as per request.

“Do you want to buy something?” He turns to ask you. “Or do you need to use the bathroom?”

“Not really.” You respond as you shake your head.

You both stand while waiting for them to pump the gas and calculate the bill. And when you both are done, he gears up the vehicle to signal that the adventure is nowhere done. You hop on it, excited to see what will be waiting for you.

You both leave the place,

Your boyfriend’s scent soon lures you to sleep, with you being barely able to open your eyes. It hasn’t been that long that you fall asleep together with him, but you both are somehow always away with the college assignments and personal workloads that are being dumped on you. Having him really close for the first time in 3 weeks does nothing but really makes you want to rest up.

And you think to yourself, hmm, screw that. He’ll wake me up when we arrive at the place.

Then you lay your head and close eyes as you feel yourself drifting further away to the dreamland that has been long awaited for you.

You woke up once you felt like you were being carried.

You didn’t register it until you felt the abnormality of the said body pillow that you’ve been resting on start moving up and going even gradually higher. It’s only then that you open your eyes, consciousness not fully hitting you yet as your exhaustion keeps luring you to the dreamland. However, since you don’t have such a habit of sleeping when you are being moved around, you try your very best to open your eyes and pray that the sunlight will hit your eyes, although it’s unlikely as the sky beams with the color of soft orange and yellow, like a beautiful fire in flames.

“Ju-”

“Shh, baby. Just sleep.” He shushes you, continuing to give you a piggyback ride. You immediately protest and almost go feral and also, almost cause a disturbance to him too.

“I’m wide awake, you can put me down and I can walk.”

“Nice try, but no.” He chuckles and you can already imagine the most annoying yet such a beautifully crafted boyish grin plastered all over his face. He’s lovely– that’s just who he is.

“But where are you taking me?” You ask, eyes now can’t close on their own as your sleepiness already wears off from talking earlier.

“You’ll see.”

And several minutes later, you both reach a part of a town that you’re sure has never been here before. He seems to be lost, with the way he hesitates to take a step further as he walks.

“But Ju…” You whine. “Can’t you tell where you’re going?” You plead for him to give an answer, you so badly wanted to know what place he will show you this time.

“Nuh uh.” He shakes his head a bit, still insisting on being mysterious and vague with the direction you’re heading.

“But will you put me down? It’s uncomfortable being carried when I’m like, awake.” You complain and he finally gives in, sighing as he puts you down and you almost stumble forward and fall as the gravity feels new to you and if your boyfriend wasn’t there to catch you at all, you’d certainly slip by now.

“Thank you.” You mumble out.

“You good to go?” He asks, offering you his hand to hold as you busk in a new, unfamiliar place together. His eyes sparkle up, light of hope and love, so much adoration stores up in a gaze of his that belongs to a person that you’re proud to call him yours.

You’re losing track of yourself with the way you keep looking at him without a word, like a dumbfounded teenager that has no idea what they should do when they harbor romantic feelings towards their crush. But he lets you, until you gulp down to wet your throat and proceed with the next thing you’re going to say.

“Yes.” You have a dopey smile on your face. “I can’t wait.”

And you both take one step, two steps and more steps forward. Until you get inside the mysterious building.

Your boyfriend is not a man of many words, but his actions are always sincere. When he speaks, he always expresses his love for you.

You can even say that in almost two years of your relationship, you never have to doubt his feelings for you. That’s just how transparent he is. You don’t think you can find a greater love than him.

With more steps further, you make it past the door and you see many abstract arts and paintings being hung, scattered all across the wall. Each frame and piece, colorfully coming together to make a piece of stories that is waiting to be told. The lines that piece it together, asymmetrically perfect in a way that it never seems to be out of place, although if you separate it, it wouldn’t make much sense to the naked eyes that only saw the remaining pieces and never get the chance to witness the beauty of the completion and harmony that lies in the form of crafts that you see with your own eyes.

Similarly, that’s how you feel about your boyfriend.

Not many people know him and you always had the impression that he was rather cold and closed off. That’s how he appears to the outsiders. The description of him from fellow classmates and his friends are drastically different because they never get to fully see what he is like as a person.

A person who is full of love to give to others, the one who dotes on others and is full of adventures.

Life with him is never boring, he brings a new kind of joy in your life. The kind of excitement that is dangerous, but you’ll let him lead you to go anywhere, even if it’s a thousand miles away. You trust him to keep you safe because never once had you been harmed or run into dangers.

He instructs you to stand in front of him, you do so without a question. He pulls out a silky fabric and you already know what he wants to do– blindfolds you for the surprise. You let him as he carefully wraps the material around your eyes in a gentle manner to ensure that it doesn’t hurt you.

“Hold my hand and follow me.” He speaks to you softly and you nod your head. “I want to show you something.”

In a sight of darkness that is hard to break from, you let him guide you. He’s your light amongst all of this and you know he’ll never let you slip or stray away. With careful steps forwarding on the stairs and going up, further and further and then the floor feels smoother without the anxiety of reckoning, it only takes a bit to finally realize you’re past the staircase.

You feel like time freezes and you’re not sure how much time has passed by, although you think it’s not that much. It’s by far, the most anticipated thing for you.

Then you hold his hand tighter as he takes you in this unfamiliar place.

You’re not the only one with so much adoration for your significant other. Your boyfriend is no different from you.

For Juyeon, being with you makes him feel like he’s in heaven. There’s no greater feeling than your presence around.

You heal a broken part of him that he didn’t know existed until you become the most cherished and frequent presence in his life, which is no doubt, loneliness.

You’re calming, intelligent and intriguing. You’re an open book, but also, a mystery that he wants to keep uncover. He can lose himself in just studying about you and he wouldn’t care. You’re that someone to him who he trusts, with all of his life.

When he inherited a motorcycle as a present from his parents in 11th grade, he usually rode it everywhere alone, even when he had friends. He discovered many fascinating locations, hearing every kind of life story from strangers whom he met on the road when he did his little exploring and witnessed people going through many stages of life. He used to watch people flirting and he wished that he had someone else to share his perspective and sightseeing with.

You came along unexpectedly and stole his heart away. He can barely imagine a life without you now. The things you do to his heart is unhealthy. You’re the sole reason that his burning passion for life doesn’t become something he deeply despises.

The once cold seat of the motorcycle is now replaced by the warmth of you. And he wouldn’t want to have it in any other way.

He has seen many beautiful things that calm and heal his soul, but none of it were you.

He thought beauty lies in the empty roads of complete darkness, or constellations and stars in the sky. But it’s clearly you, who is a Venus personified.

He’s in love and he’s not hiding it.

Which is why he wants to show you this view.

By stopping in his track as he has reach the final destination, he reaches to slowly the blindfold off your eyes, all while tells you to still your eyes closed and only open under his command.

Both of you walk further and further away, with the help of Juyeon who guides you in the desired direction. Cold breeze hits you and you realize now that you’re most likely on the balcony and not in the secured walls of this building.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

You let the light penetrate your vision as the skin that covers your seeing splits apart.

The view is breathtaking.

The sky turns into a light beat of deep orange, pale blue, deep pink and purple. You see the simplicity, the complexity and something so lively.

You see how the sky slowly turns itself into a pitch black, as the colors start to beautifully blend themselves, creating an unforgettable view that spreads through all across the universe from your own eyes. The wind blows slowly, as if to celebrate the magic of your shared happiness with him, which makes the moment even more unreal.

The lights that hang from there only intensifies its beauty.

You see polaroids of you both together being decorated, some you weren’t aware that the pictures were being taken. There are books and a table for dining that are put together like high end restaurants and you have no doubt that it wasn’t just a one day of work at all.

“Happy 500 days anniversary.” He tells you, hand gently caressing you. “This house originally belonged to my grandpa. He has since passed it down to me.” He states so ever so softly and you’re shell shocked.

“He told me that if I find someone special, I should bring them here. Because this house witnesses how my grandma and grandpa love each other and everyday is always special to them. For a long time, I didn’t understand what he meant because the idea of a lover that exists in a lonely person’s story doesn’t make sense. But I met you, my special person. I want this house to witness our love, too.”

You have tears brimming in your eyes as you listen to him speak further, all while his gaze lovingly settles on you and his thumbs wipe your tears.

“I didn’t know what love was until I met you. When you’re away, I miss you. When you’re sleeping, I wish you’re awake so I can tell you some jokes that make you laugh.”

“Me too.” You lose yourself into the warm brown eyes of his. “When I think about you, all my sadness disappears. It’s cliché, I know. But.. I think I’m so lucky to have you.” You choke on your own silent sob as he presses light kisses onto your lips.

“I’m so lucky to have you too.” He says truthfully. “I never believe in destiny, but I think we’re destined to love each other.”

And under the now moonlight that slowly shines onto you both, he cups your face and kisses you with all his might, as fireworks go off in the sky, as if to be a witness of this beautiful love story.

You don’t care for any of that as he whispers ‘I love you’ and you whisper one back too.

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023

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𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚜); 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 (𝚊); 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 (𝚏); 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 (𝚜𝚐)

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📱𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝s:

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

➼ 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏

➼ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚏 (𝚊,𝚏)

➼ 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚜)

➼ 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 (𝚊)

➼ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 (𝚊)

➼ 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 (𝚜)

➼ 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 (𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎) (𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘)

➼ 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 (𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎) (𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘)

🎭 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜:

➼ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜/𝚘

📱𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝s:

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

➼ 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 (𝚏)

➼ 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 (𝚜,𝚏)

➼ 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 (𝚜,𝚏)

🎭 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜:

➼ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜

➼ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 (９６ 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛.)

📱𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝s:

➼ 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝚂𝚅𝚃 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 (𝙷𝚒𝚙 𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝) (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝)

➼ 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 (𝚊,𝚜,𝚏)

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

➼ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚓𝚘𝚋 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜) 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚊𝚗) (𝚜)

➼ 𝚖𝚛. 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 (𝚊)

➼ 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 (s, f)

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

🎭 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜:

➼ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍

➼ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜

➼ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

➼ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

➼ 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢! 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚣 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢

➼ 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚋 𝚜/𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

➼ 𝚖𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍/𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

📱𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝s:

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍

➼ 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 (𝚏)

➼ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 (𝚜)

➼ 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 (𝚊,𝚜,𝚏)

📱𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝s:

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 (𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊m ver.) (𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚅 ver.)

➼ 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

➼ 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎!𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚏

➼ 𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙/𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝

➼ 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎

➼ 𝚂𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎

➼ 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝙽𝙲𝚃 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏

➼ 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚅 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏

➼ 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚊 (𝚜)

➼ 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚏)

➼ 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 (𝚜, 𝚏)

➼ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛. (𝚜, 𝚏)

➼ 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 (𝚜,𝚏)

➼ 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 (𝚊,𝚜,𝚏)

📱𝚏𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝s:

➼ 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍! &𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏

➼ 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜

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tinytinyblogs · 9 months

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Hyunjae As Your Boyfriend

Boyfriend

(n.) A person who 90% of the time annoy you, and 10% of the time makes you forget the 90%

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Hyunjae is the type of boyfriend who will do everything he can to make sure you're happy and healthy. If you get sick, he will be there to take care of you, even if it means nagging you to take your medicine or eat your vegetables. He will stay by your side until you feel better, and he will do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable. So if you're dating Hyunjae, be prepared to hear a lot of unsolicited advice. But also be prepared to be taken care of. He's a great boyfriend, and he will always be there for you.

Hyunjae is a sweet and funny guy. He has a great sense of humor, and he always makes you laugh. You love to tell him jokes, and he always laughs at them. He loves the way you make him laugh, and it's one of the things he loves most about you. You always make his day better. When he's feeling down, you can always make him laugh. You know just what to say to make him smile. He loves the way you make him feel, and he's so grateful to have you in his life.

He may act like your mom sometimes, but he's still a big baby at heart. He whines to get your attention, and he loves holding your soft hand. When he's with you, he always has a big smile on his face. You can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. There's a kind of trust and love there that you just can't find anywhere else. He knows that you'll always be there for him, no matter what. He loves to be held and cuddled, and he always wants to be close to you. He's like a little security blanket, and you feel safe and warm when he's in your arms.

He hates to see you cry as much as he hates bugs. When he sees you crying, he immediately starts to think of ways to make you feel better. He will do whatever it takes to make you smile again. Once he has calmed you down, he will take you on a little date. He will take you to get your favorite ice cream, buy you some flowers, and run around with you in the park. He will show everyone his beautiful partner, and he will be so proud of you. He knows that you are strong and independent, but he also knows that you need someone to take care of you sometimes. He is happy to be that person for you, and he will do anything to make you happy.

He is your supportive boyfriend. He will be so proud of you for everything you do, big or small. He will be there to cheer you on from the sidelines, and he will always be there to celebrate your successes. Even if you just successfully bake some cakes, he will be so hyped for you. He will tell you how amazing you are, and he will be so proud of your accomplishments. He will be your biggest fan, and he will always be there to support you. He knows that you are capable of great things, and he wants to help you achieve your goals. He is your biggest cheerleader, and he will always be there to believe in you.

He loves to remind you how beautiful and perfect you are in his eyes. He doesn't care what you wear, or how you look when you wake up. He still loves to see you, and he still thinks you're the most beautiful human in the world. He loves the way your hair looks when it's messy, and he loves the way your eyes look when you're first waking up. He loves the way you laugh, and he loves the way you smile. He loves everything about you, and he wants you to know that. He loves you for who you are, and he thinks you're perfect just the way you are. He wants you to feel beautiful and loved, and he will remind you of that every day.

Arguments will happen sometimes, and sometimes your sweet Hyunjae may turn into a different person. He might say something hurtful, letting his ego get the best of him. This can lead to a war of words, but a few hours later, he will think about what he said. After he calms down, he will feel guilty. He will come to you and hug you tightly, apologizing for whatever he said. Please believe him when he says he didn't mean it. He loves you, and he would never intentionally hurt you. He knows that he has a temper, and he is working on controlling it. He knows that he needs to be better at communicating his feelings in a healthy way. He is committed to making your relationship work, and he will do whatever it takes to make you happy. But please also remember that he loves you. He would never intentionally hurt you. He is just a flawed human being who is trying his best. If you can forgive him, your relationship will be stronger for it.

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neoraso · 5 months

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survive the night | ksw

summary: you've had a crush on sunwoo for years, but what happens when he blurs the lines of your friendship? content: ftl, slightest angst but it's over in 4 seconds, happy ending, female reader. nonidol!sunwoo nonidol! reader wc: 5.3k an: this took me a bit to finish and it’s my first full length, i hope you enjoy!! let’s talk about it too~ do not repost or rework/copy any of my posts here or on other sites

The wind bit your cheeks as you hurried your steps towards the apartment complex ahead of you. It was nearing 9 p.m. but Sunwoo had called you an hour earlier asking if you could come through for some drinks and games with a few of the guys. In that very short time you had retouched your makeup and gone through four outfits before deciding on a hoodie and sweatpants Sunwoo had given to you because they were “too small” for him. Maybe it was poor taste to wear his old clothes to his house but honestly, they were comfortable and- you might have been completely head over heels for your friend, no big deal.

Lost in thought, you were almost surprised when you looked up and realized you had already reached the sleek, silver door and raised your hand to knock. Sunwoo had given you the passcode months ago when he was too busy gaming to get up and let you in, but you hadn’t used it since because it felt like you were overstepping some kind of boundary. Of course, that never stopped him from breaking and entering your home on various occasions, always scaring the hell out of you but you could never stay mad at him long.

Before long, Younghoon opened the door for you with a bright smile.

“Oh hey, we thought you were the food delivery”

“No,” you replied, matching his smile. “Sorry to be a disappointment. Who all ended up coming? Sunwoo said he invited everyone.”

“Chanhee and Changmin are home, Juyeon and Jacob and Kevin came. No one is really drinking yet. Maybe they’re waiting for you.” He said with a laugh.

You left your shoes at the door and walked down the hall with Younghoon trailing behind you into a very raucous living room. Everyone was so wrapped up in their own conversations and you were such a familiar face, your presence almost went unnoticed. Of course, Sunwoo was the first face you saw (well actually the first back-of-a-head), but before you could greet him you tripped on Kevin’s outstretched foot.

“Oops, sorry Y/N, is the food here?”

“No Kev, that was me at the door.” You said with a playful roll of your eyes.

At the sound of your voice, Sunwoo perked up and walked over to you with his arms wide open.

“Oh look everyone, it’s my mini me!!”

The sudden attention on you made your cheeks burn and it only got worse when Sunwoo’s taller, lithe frame wrapped around yours. You lagged a bit but snapped to and gently patted his back. He pulled away but stopped when his face was near your ear.

“Are you wearing perfume? It smells nice. Come sit with me, we’re gonna play a game soon.”

Suddenly feeling faint, you were glad to follow him to the couch and sit down. This was going to be a long night.

Later into the night after your bellies were full of food and too much alcohol, you thought you might have entered into some hellish realm. Sunwoo had been glued to you all night, keeping his arm on the couch behind you and hitting your shoulder or your leg when he laughed a little too hard. To make things exponentially worse, he kept leaning down to whisper side comments to you, his hot breath hitting your cheek a detriment to your sanity. While physical affection between you and any of your friends wasn’t uncommon, something seemed different tonight that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

The only natural course of action was to keep drinking.

After another hour you were definitely more than tipsy thanks to two rounds of ‘Never Have I Ever’ and an even a special game of ‘Truth or Truth’ (thank you Kevin!). There was some respite when Changmin asked you to get him some water from the kitchen. You enjoyed being with your friends of course but Sunwoo’s proximity tonight was becoming unbearable. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it other than friendly affection, and yet, you could help fantasizing about a day where he made an actual move on you.

The cup of water you were filling spilled over your hand just as Changmin and Chanhee called your name-sounding a bit more like geese than tipsy boys. Taking a deep breath, you decided you couldn’t hide in the kitchen forever. You dragged your feet back to the living room and carefully handed Changmin his water.

“Did I look extra thirsty or something? Why the hell is it so full?”

“Be grateful.” You grumbled.

He ignored your attitude and sipped it anyways.

You plopped onto the couch and instantly an unnaturally warm pair of arms were around you.

It was Sunwoo, hugging you for no good reason that you could come up with. He squeezed you once then pulled away and grinned at you, making your face heat up more than the KGBs he had provided for the occasion. It was almost enraging that no one seemed to notice that you were about to become undone, this was practically abuse. Finding your voice, and sounding more coherent than you felt, you asked him,

“What was that for??”

“You were just so cute! I couldn’t help it.” He let go of you, putting his arm back behind you leaving your mind in shambles.

He couldn’t help it? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He had bragged earlier that his alcohol tolerance had gone up, but that seemed to be a lie because why else would he have been so careless?

You spent the next couple of hours trying not to fall asleep which was relatively easy considering how loud the boys still were at such a time of night. Eventually Sunwoo took note of your state and patted your leg.

“Are you tired?”

You nodded and rubbed your eyes. “Yeah, I better start walking home.”

Horrified was the only way to describe the look on his face. “Walk home?! It’s way too late and I can’t come with you, too cold. Just go sleep in my room I’ll come soon, I doubt the guys will stay much longer.”

You debated this. It would not be the first time you had spent the night together, but usually he slept on the floor or the couch. Now he was implying joining you and that was just ridiculous.

“Oh, it’s ok, I don’t have any of my products with me…”

Chanhee, who had apparently been eavesdropping, chimed in from the floor with his eyes closed. “You can borrow my makeup remover and skincare.”

Sunwoo beamed at this. “See? You already have a toothbrush here, just go lay down please, you look pitiful.”

You hesitated. This would most likely create 1000 more problems for you and your feelings for Sunwoo. The worst part of it was, you couldn’t tell where he was coming from. Was he being a kind friend or did he have some sort of hidden agenda? You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t a player, so it didn’t make sense for him to be doing anything unkind to you, and yet…Whatever. It was too late to care anymore.

After bidding everyone a good night (with many whines in return), you stumbled down the hall to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You examined your drunken reflection, sighing as you swiped away your smudged mascara. What did you get yourself into?

After cleansing and moisturizing, you found your way to Sunwoo’s room. There was practically only room for a bed- a small one at that- and you found yourself wondering if you even wanted him to sleep with you or not. While it would be everything you imagined before sleeping pretty much every night, it would haunt you forever if he meant nothing by it.

You were tired, but as you laid there in his bed with his scent permeating everything, anticipating him coming in to do… whatever it was he planned to do, you found yourself tossing and turning. Honestly, you wanted to cry. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you were suddenly overwhelmed by your emotions and anxiety that had built up over the night. Going home wasn’t an option, so you sighed, accepting your fate and tried to sleep.

After what seemed like ten hours, Sunwoo finally cracked open the door, probably thinking you were asleep. He shuffled his way to his dresser and you peeked your eyes open then tried to avert them away from him taking his hoodie off. Before he turned around, you quickly shut your eyes and turned over. You heard him sigh behind you and felt the bed slowly dip with his weight. He adjusted the blanket over you and dragged his hand across your side before bringing his arm back to his chest. The distance between you (or lack thereof) was killing you. Regardless, you tried to control your breathing so as not to give away that you were still very much awake. The spot he had touched felt as though he had electrocuted you. It was heartache.

After a bit, you heard his breath even out and could tell he was asleep. You gathered the courage to turn around and face him.

You’d always thought he looked a little goofy when he slept, mouth slightly open, bangs messy. But tonight, you felt the weight of your heart.

His hair’s grown out you thought absentmindedly, reaching up to move a strand out of his eyes. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his full lips were pursed against the pillow. Before you could help it, tears sprang to your eyes. There was not much longer you could go without confessing, or distancing yourself. This was just too much to bear. However, the thought of confessing brought on another wave of anxiety thinking about your friendship ending if he didn’t feel the same.

He had been with you since high school, had stuck by you in all your hard times as well as the good ones, consoled you after breakups; you were intertwined. You had always heard men and women can’t be friends and thought you two were the sole exception. That was, until your freshman year of college.

You remembered that time not too fondly. Keeping up with classes and assignments was stressful, but you had Sunwoo who thankfully got accepted to your same university. He was busy on the school’s soccer team but had always made time for you, bringing you coffee on your study dates, cheering you up on your rough days, it meant everything to you. Around winter break, while you two studied for finals (which usually meant him watching YouTube while you studied alone), he confessed he had a crush on a girl in one of his classes and asked you for advice on how to ask for her number. You both had had crushes in high school and it never bothered you when he would talk to other girls, but this time had been different. What had changed in you?

You thought it would be a small fling but they ended up dating for a year. It was agonizing watching him put his everything into someone else. She never liked you, complaining you and Sunwoo were too close. He tried to keep in touch with you but you saw much less of him than you had in the four years of knowing him.

Eventually she cheated on him. You remembered the dark circles under his eyes when he had knocked on your door the day they broke up. He didn’t say anything, just hugged you and sobbed into your shoulder. In all the time you had known him he had never cried in front of you, it infuriated you to think he had given his heart to someone so careless and vile. You never forgot the way he looked at you when he retold his last conversation with his ex.

“She told me it didn’t matter that she cheated, because my heart was with someone else the whole time. I think she meant you.”

You knew it wasn’t his intention to blame you, but you carried the guilt for months. Not guilty of her parting words and their implication, but guilt in the satisfaction you had for being so important to him. So much so that you were a threat to other women interested in him. It was a sick “If I can’t have him, no one can” mentality and you knew it wasn’t fair to him so for the next few years you resigned yourself to the loyal best friend role.

When you tried to branch out and pursue other guys, Sunwoo was always supportive. When things didn’t work out with other prospects- often because you wouldn’t cut off Sunwoo when they asked- he always ruffled your hair and sighed.

“At least we have each other, right?”

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you rolled to stare at the ceiling.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but you woke up abruptly and in an odd position.

Then you realized you were being held tightly against Sunwoo. Somehow in the night he had moved his arm under your pillow and had his other arm tucked against your waist, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck.

What the absolute hell?

This was too far for you, still it felt so nice- and natural, as if you were meant to fit together like this forever. This was everything you had dreamed of for years (albeit under different circumstances). Clearly, he did this in his sleep, so you decided to get up before he woke up too and got embarrassed.

You carefully lifted his arm off you and crawled to the end of the bed. He looked so adorable like this, you almost wanted to take a picture before realizing you never wanted to remember this day again.

Tiptoeing your way down the hall, you hoped everyone was still asleep like Kevin who was snoring on the couch. Just as you were about to walk past Chanhee’s room, he opened the door, making you jump

“You scared me Chanhee!” you sharply whispered. “You scared ME. Why are you up so early?”

You checked the time on your phone: 8:12 a.m.

“I’m starting to get a headache. I need some hangover soup. And coffee. ASAP.” You groggily replied, voice still hoarse from just waking up.

“I thought we could order it and eat together? Why are you in such a rush?” He questioned you. “Um, I have some errands to run. Sorry, I’ll text you!” To be fair, you did have errands and the first one was to get away from this house.

“Did something happen?” Chanhee was always good at reading you, but now it was starting to feel like an interrogation.

“Nope!” you lied, “I’ll text you!”

Before he could say anything else, you brushed past him and quickly put your shoes on, feeling like you couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

The following days were not fun to say the least. The afternoon after you left, Sunwoo and Chanhee texted you multiple times throughout the day to ask if you were alright (Chanhee was a bit excessive). You insisted to them that you were just busy – which was true, you were busy avoiding Sunwoo, rotting in bed, suffering from mental anguish, etc. etc.

The next day, Sunwoo asked if you wanted to go to lunch with him and Hyunjae. While any other day you would’ve gone without hesitation, just the thought of Sunwoo was torturous, and so you politely declined with another excuse. Maybe it would’ve been better if he stopped trying, and you might’ve wished for it. But you knew that if he did, you would be the first person to cry themselves to death. It was a pretty wretched situation that you had put yourself in. This could easily be resolved if you just talked to him, but the idea was simply too terrifying. You had never been good at expressing your emotions out of fear of causing conflict, but this was different.

You realized you were in love with him. There was no going back and you were terrified.

After a week you were invited out with the group- and you decided you’d had enough crying and worrying. Sunwoo’s texts had dwindled to radio silence once he got sick of your dry replies. You didn’t know how you could show your face, but either way you just had to suck it up, meet your friends and put your feelings aside for Sunwoo’s sake.

This was easier said than done as you contemplated cancelling at least six times in the hour it took you to get ready. It was just barbecue and drinks, it was supposed to be fun. Maybe it would be but you didn’t know what to expect from Sunwoo. Would he be mad? Or act like nothing was wrong when it clearly was? You supposed there was only one way to find out.

When you got to the restaurant you spotted Chanhee first with an empty seat beside him.

“Is anyone sitting here?” You asked timidly.

“Oh hi, no I saved the seat for you.”

Something about his tone seemed off and made the sinking feeling in your gut feel ten times heavier. You looked around the table, greeting everyone and it didn’t take long for you to notice the absence in the group.

“Is Sunwoo in the bathroom or something?” you whispered to Chanhee.

“No, I don’t think he’s coming, he thinks you hate him.” His response was rather curt and made you feel like the walls were closing in around you.

“Oh…” was all you could muster.

“Do you? Hate him I mean. It seemed like whatever happened when you stayed the night completely made you stay away from him- and all of us.”

Awesome. So not only had you burnt the bridge between you and the only man you’ve ever loved, but you had also pushed away all of your closest friends too.

Hyunjae abruptly interrupted your thoughts. “Where’s Sunwoo? I thought he’d be anywhere you would be.” He looked at you so innocently, which relieved you. At least no one else knew something was up.

“Oh I … I’m not sure… I-“

“Hey what did I miss?” the familiar voice startled you at first, then sent an instinctual calmness through you.

You turned and looked at Sunwoo, trying to express your pain, your guilt. He didn’t even glance at you.

It stung and it took everything in you not to get up and walk out. But you stayed in your seat so you didn’t make a scene.

You spent the evening in silence, only speaking when spoken to and, to your dismay, Sunwoo seemed to be doing the same. After a while, you finally made eye contact for a split second and felt your eyes prick with tears. Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you could barely make it there without breaking down. This was not the time or the place to be having a meltdown. Seeing him in front of you brought all the feelings you had tried to repress to the surface and it was too much.

After calming down a bit and erasing your tear tracks as best as you could, you returned to the table. Leaning down, you whispered in Chanhee’s ear that you weren’t feeling well and were going home. Younghoon had lost rock paper scissors and was paying, so there was no reason you couldn’t leave.

You hurried out of the building and paused outside, breathing in the crisp air. Hailing a taxi, you finally let everything spill over, probably making the driver extremely uncomfortable but you couldn’t really be bothered to care.

What were you going to do?

You reached home exhausted beyond belief. At least you’d gotten a meal, you thought dejectedly. Unfortunately, there was no plan for what you’d do when you got home. Any more crying seemed like a one-way ticket to Drowningville, but your mind still ran rampant. You could call one of your girlfriends, Mia knew about your crush and had consoled you through the last couple of years. But just as you picked up your phone, someone knocked on your door.

This was unusual. But then, it could be someone from your building management.

You weren’t stupid, you stood on the balls of your feet to look through the peephole and the sight in front of you made your breath catch.

It was him.

He reached up to knock again so you quickly unlocked and opened the door without thinking any further.

Both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes rimmed red and his stare intense.

He spoke first.

“Can I come in?”

You opened the door wordlessly, not really by choice, you were completely caught off guard.

Feeling the tears pooling again, you cursed yourself for being so weak and looked down at your feet. Suddenly, he cupped your cheeks in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“What is wrong? What did I do? Everything was fine and then it wasn’t. I want my Y/N back.”

His whole expression was pleading and you felt so selfish for running away from your problems again.

“Do you want the whole truth, or the nice version?” You knew he wouldn’t, but you hoped he’d choose the latter option so you could white lie your way out of this situation. He let go of your face to tug your hair lightly and rested his hands on your shoulders.

“What do you think?”

“Ok fine.” You huffed. “I got freaked out the other night when I slept in your room. It just felt… like we were crossing lines and I know I’m being dramatic because it was just cuddling but it’s different for me. I shouldn’t have run away and I feel really bad about blowing off the rest of the guys, but you especially. You know you’re my closest …friend and I didn’t want to lose you but I didn’t know what to do because like I said-“

You suddenly stopped because he dropped his hands from your shoulders and looked away. Honestly, he looked pissed.

Nice, you thought I’ve ruined everything and I haven’t even told him I liked him yet. How much worse could this night get?

“Y/N.”

“Y-yes?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to confuse you.” “I know, we’re friends”

“We’re friends… but when you say it’s different for you, what exactly do you mean?”

Now you were starting to sweat, noticing the way he held back a smile. Was he going to make you spell it out like some kind of sadist?

“I mean…It means more to me than just that kind of skinship. Especially when I…”

“When you what?” Now he was smirking and it was starting to anger you.

“Sunwoo…”

“We’ll leave it for tonight. As long as I know you’re not mad at me.”

“I’m not mad at you I just-“

He pulled you into his arms, his hoodie had faint remnants of his cologne and you wrapped your arms around his waist as he rested his chin on top of your head. His chest rose with a deep inhale and then just as quickly as he grabbed you, he let you go. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him clenching his fist, he turned to you with a lopsided smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” “What if I was busy?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Y/N.”

Waking up feeling more rested than you had in a while, your mind wandered to last night. After Sunwoo’s unceremonious appearance (and exit), you had showered in a daze and immediately knocked out into a dreamless sleep.

Now all you had to fear was his threat of seeing you today.

There was no warning or even a text to let you know when this man was ever deciding on showing up. It was only 10 a.m., Sunwoo usually got up after 11 so it could be any time really. Thankfully, you had some time off work for the holidays, so you relished in your leisurely time putting your face and clothes on. You went about your day as normal: eating, watching YouTube, online shopping. All lame distractions from what you were anticipating. It wasn’t until 5:30 when he texted you.

.sunwoo🦝 : if you’re not already ready - get to it, I’ll be over in 30

So pushy, you could only laugh to yourself. It was odd, you thought, how the trauma of the last week was erased by a simple conversation and a hug from Sunwoo. You supposed it had always been like this, pain followed by a soothing only he could provide. He was your confidant, your rock, your safety. Whatever happened tonight was ok with you as long as you could keep him in your life.

Soon enough you heard your door open from your bedroom so you went to greet him. He met you with a rather awkward smile and hands politely behind his back which threw you off- you had never been uncomfortable around each other. Your smile quickly dropped,

“What’s wrong?” you prodded.

“Nothing!” he tried to assuage you with a laugh that sounded a little shaky.

You narrowed your eyes before looking back at his arms hiding something behind his back.

“What are you holding? You’re starting to freak me out…” You might have to forward your medical bill to him the way he constantly had your blood pressure rising. You needed him to get on with whatever he made you wait all day for.

“Well, it’s… well.” He stopped talking and brought his hands forward holding out a bouquet of sunflowers, chamomile and dahlias. You stood there for a couple seconds not understanding what was going on. “These are for you. As an apology for upsetting you, and, well I had something to say…” He trailed off, “Are you just going to stand there like a statue all night? Don’t you have a vase or something to put these in? I don’t want them to die, you know I can’t take care of plants.”

Reaching forward, your fingers brushed his as you took the flowers and felt like you were buzzing. The sweet gesture completely left you dazed, still convinced something was up.

“These are… for me?” you asked a bit dumbly. Before he could reply, you turned to walk to the kitchen.

“Yes, I thought it would be- well I didn’t want to show up empty handed.” His eyes followed your figure to you opening a cabinet to grab a vase that was just out of your reach. Quickly making his way over to you, he stood behind you to grasp it from the shelf. Your breath caught and your heart thumped a little too loudly when you felt his hand lightly rest on your waist as he took the vase and set it on the counter. Thankfully, he moved out of the way for you to fill it with water and put in the flowers trying to regain control of your breathing. The arrangement brightened up the space and reminded you of him- bright and sweet and lovely. You couldn’t imagine him going into a flower shop and picking these out, much less picking them out for you. The thought was a little funny but not funny enough…

Bringing you out of your reverie he softly made his way to you again and leaned against the counter. “You’re so silent I don’t like it.”

“Sorry I just don’t understand…” “I know,” he cut you off, “I just – I don’t know what I was thinking the other night. I’d blame it on the alcohol but really I was just being selfish. Things changed for me a while ago but I didn’t know to approach you. I always loved you but at some point, I started to realize just how much you mean to me. You’ve always taken care of me, cheered me on, been there for me. And then…when you went ghost on me, I panicked, I knew then I couldn’t live without you. I needed you to be mine, not as a best friend but as something more- I mean I feel so much more for you. I hoped you felt the same but I just couldn’t tell with the way you ran away from me. But then last night I felt like I was pressuring you to confess so I wanted to say it first. I like you, please give me a chance to take care of you. I want to be with you as long as you’ll let me.”

Throughout his monologue, you could barely hear him over your blood pumping in your ears and you felt a bit faint. This was everything you’ve wanted for over four years and it was finally coming true- you couldn’t believe this was real life. Your mind kept replaying him saying I’ve always loved you…

“Can you please say something.” He looked a little stern, but moved his hand gently to cup your cheek, stroking the skin there.

“Sunwoo…” He dropped his hand, looking at you with pleading eyes like he was anticipating your rejection. Grabbing his hand, you continued, “You must know how I feel, I’ve wanted you for so long. Please don’t tell me this is a joke.”

“I would never joke about this, you know I treasure your heart. I’ve always protected you. Even when you dated all those losers-“

“You dated losers too.”

“I know that. I couldn’t figure out why I was never satisfied, but I would always compare them to you and I chose our friendship every time.”

You could feel his sincerity and grabbed the fabric of his shirt at his thin waist.

“So… you really want to be with me?”

“More than anything.” He grabbed your face in his hands, just to look at you. It was so tender you wanted to cry. Again. Maybe there was something wrong with your tear ducts… Softly, he spoke up again.

“Can I kiss you? I’ve wanted to for so long.” All you could do was slowly nod and he stepped towards you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your temple, your cheek and finally pressed his lips against yours. You moved your hands to his shoulders, sliding them up to grab the hair at his nape, pressing him tighter against you. He kissed you twice more then moved to kiss your cheek again, squishing your face to purse your lips and kiss you again. You felt like you could black out as he ran his lips across your jawline, kissing just under your ear as he whispered an apology, finally pulling away.

Breathless, you replied “No need to apologize.” You moved your hands back to his shoulders, and tried not to look at his mouth, glossy from your lip balm and plump from his affections. As he ran his tongue over his lips and slightly smirked you thought,

He will be the death of me.

“Well…” trying to disperse the intense energy in the air you turned to look at the flowers again. “These are really pretty, thank you.”

“Well the lady at the shop helped a lot. Honestly I wanted to get you more gifts but I thought if you rejected me I would have to jump out of your window to escape the humiliation.”

Sighing, you faced him again.

“Honestly Sunwoo, how could you think I would ever reject you??”

“I don’t know!! Damn, I don’t know why it took me so long to admit my feelings. I always hated your boyfriends-“

“All two of them.” You reminded him with an eye roll.

“Ok well still. I hated all two of them.” “How do you think I felt watching you dote on other girls? Being so affectionate, writing songs for them…”

“You were always my inspiration. It was easier to write about someone I had a deeper connection with and that was always you.” “Well now I’m angry.” You pulled away and crossed your arms.

A look of panic washed over his face. “Angry with me already? We can’t start like this. Y/N, even though I didn’t see it quickly enough, we have so much time ahead of us.”

Looking at love itself, you pulled him in for another kiss.

You could never stay mad at him long.

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sanaxo-o · 2 months

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Heartbeat Pounding (Lee Sangyeon)

Warnings: cursing, friends to lovers (kind of) fluff, very cute, Sangyeon just being the best man out there. Nothing else I can think of but lemme know if I should add anything ;)

Word count: 2,274

Sana: hiii so like a very cutesy fic for Sangyeon is here and tagging my Sangyeon enthusiast @winterchimez (hope you’re doing well hon) and @strayed-quokka <3 hope you both enjoy this small piece of mine hehe.

Taglist: @kimsohn @cloverdaisies @mosviqu @mars101

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Heaving out a long sigh you keep staring out the window with your thoughts all jumbled up. Who would have thought or guessed that a small date like this would mess you up so bad??

You just thought that going on a date a few days before your birthday would be a great idea. It would help you socialise more but instead you were now in this depressive slump because of that jerk of a date.

Throwing your head back in anger you let out a frustrated groan as you mess up your already messy hair.

That date was such a jerk, you should have known about that the moment you entered the restaurant. The more time you spent with that jerk the more you realised, he was single for a reason and that’s clearly showing.

Not only was he belittling other women he dated but he had the audacity to think that they were the problem in the relationship when he clearly was the one.

Rolling your eyes, you stand up from your place and go towards your doorway to open the door for your friend Sangyeon.

You have known him since you both were in middle school, he knew almost no cut that he knew everything about you.

Yes, there were times when you would think what it would be like to date him, have him as your life partner but they remained as thoughts within would be left unanswered and unknown.

No matter how close you are with him, no way in hell are you going to risk ruining your friendship with him over a stupid crush or attraction you had towards him when you were young.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him as soon as you open the front door and lean against the wall so that he can enter the house.

“Oh, nothing. I am here to pick you up.” You hear him say from the kitchen as you sit down on the couch comfortably as you wrap yourself in a huge blanket to keep your body warm.

“Pick me up? I am not going anywhere though..” you say in confusion as you lift your blanket up when you see Sangyeon walking back towards you with a glass of juice in his hands.

“Oh we’re going out..” he says softly as he gets in the blanket and makes sure to tuck you both in it tightly.

Placing his hands on your shoulders he lets you snuggle close towards him as if it was not a big deal.

I mean it wasn’t, being close with each other like this was a normal occurrence when it comes to the two of you. So you don’t know why it feels so different suddenly.

“Going where?” You ask, your voice coming out mumbled as your head was placed on the crook of his neck. You could feel Sangyeon’s soothing hand patting your head gently which made you feel better than before.

“Oh that’s for you to find out. Now get up and go get ready, will ya?” He says as he pulls your head away from him and makes you stand up.

Scowling at him you throw him a glare as you walk away from him and go into your room to get ready.

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“For how long are we gonna be here for?” You ask with boredom as you let out a small sigh with your cheeks puffed out because of tiredness.

“Till your mood gets better..” Sangyeon says as he chuckles when he sees you rubbing your eye, “What’s wrong, hmm?” Sangyeon asks once he notices that you were still rubbing your eyes with your hand.

“I think something got in my eye..” you whisper as you continue rubbing your eye. You could feel it sting and burn but you could not help but keep on rubbing it.

“Here, let me see.” You hear Sangyeon say as he takes a hold of your hand and pulls them away from your eye.

He lets out a sigh in concern when he notices your eyes turning red. Grabbing a hold onto your cheeks he makes you look up slightly as he blows air in your eyes hoping it would help.

“Come with me. Let’s wash your eyes..” he says softly as he grabs your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as he drags you towards the washroom.

Entering the washroom he stands in front of the basin and turns on the faucet, “Wait, let me tie your hair back..” he says in a hurry, taking your hair tie from your hand he gently pulls your hair back in his hands as he strokes them carefully trying not to pull them.

Tying your hair back he makes sure it’s tight but not tight enough to hurt your scalp or pull them too hard.

“Good?” Sangyeon asks softly as he walks towards the basin again and turns on the faucet. “Bring your face here..” he says softly as he helps you wash your eyes.

Grabbing a hold of your neck he gently brought it closer to the water, washing your face with the water he made sure your eyes got better.

Turning off the faucet, he grabbed a few tissues and tapped them on your face, careful to not mess up your makeup which was not much but in his eyes you looked pretty either way.

“Feeling any better?” He asks softly as he removes your hair tie gently and fixes your hair for you.

Nodding your head you give him a small smile. You could feel your smile widening when he grabs your hand and starts walking ahead.

“Where do you want to go first?? The arcade or the toy store?” Sangyeon asks once you were on the escalator going on the second floor.

“Why would we want to go to the toy store?” You ask in confusion as you stare up at Sangyeon. You noticed him give you a grin as he messed up your hair slightly.

“To buy you a stuffed you, of course. We will just go to the toy store and get you a stuffed toy, yeah?” He says once you guys reach the second floor.

You just shake your head knowing there’s no way he’s going to listen to you if you say no.

Reaching the toy store you both stroll around the shop abit when you come across a plush toy of Sylveon.

You had liked that Pokémon since you were a kid, it was one of the eighth evolutions of Eevee.

Picking it up you checked the price only to place it back down, it was expensive and you did not want Sangyeon to pay so much over a stuffed animal just because you like it.

Walking away from there you fail to notice when Sangyeon himself takes the toy in his hand and goes towards the counter to buy it.

“Do you like anything?” You hear Sangyeon whisper behind you, flinching as you drop the small stuffed animal of a panda which was placed in a bamboo.

“Hmm, this panda stuffed animal..” you say as you show him the one which was in your hand.

“You like it? Then let’s buy it..” saying that he snatched the animal from your hand and walked away to pay at the counter again.

Skipping your way out of the shop you look back at Sangyeon when you notice the paper bag in his hand.

“What’s in that?” You mutter in confusion as you try to take a peek inside only for Sangyeon to hide it behind his back.

“Nothing, let’s go to the food court to buy some food for you. You must be hungry after walking the whole day, yeah?” He says that as he walks away with fast steps leaving you behind as you just stare at his back in confusion.

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Settling down on the table you keep staring at the paper bag which was in front of you. You knew Sangyeon took notice of that but he chose not to speak on it knowing how stubborn you can get, “Just tell me what’s in the bag..” you say as you shake his arm which was holding a piece of pizza.

“No way, it’s a secret. Now let me eat my food in peace.” He says with a scowl as he continues eating the pizza with a smile on his face.

You knew he was enjoying your distressed behaviour over wanting to know what’s in the bag but it’s for you so you’re gonna know about it sooner or later so that’s what matters.

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“Ah, I am so tired. I am gonna head off to bed. You can leave or stay over.” You tell him as you remove your coat and place it on the couch.

Not having the energy to place it on the hanger properly, you just leave the living room and go in your room.

You could hear Sangyeon nagging at your untidy behaviour from the living room but you just rolled your eyes. Being used to this at this point.

Getting under the covers you cover your body with your thick blanket which has been a source of comfort for you, it was gifted to you by Sangyeon so of course you would never let go of it even when it’s old and rough.

“Are you sleeping?” You hear a small, gentle voice ask from your door. You knew it was Sangyeon but you kept your eyes closed waiting for him to continue with what he was about to do.

“Okay good, you will probably see this once you wake up so I will just place this here beside you..” he talks to himself as he places a stuffed toy between your arms.

Peeking one of your eyes open you could feel your heart warming up to his kind gesture once you process the fact that it was in fact the Sylveon stuffed animal you had your eye on.

“I hope you hold this stuffed toy I bought for you whenever you feel down…” he whispers as he pats your forehead in a rhythmic manner.

You could feel your cheeks turning up in a smile but you tried your best to hide it. You could not believe that Sangyeon still remembers this small thing you like.

It must have been long ago when you mentioned in a conversation that you liked when people would pat your forehead in rhythm. It would help you calm down and feel better. You never thought that Sangyeon paid such close attention to it but now you.

“I hate that guy you went on a date with, the way he made you feel made me upset. Well I was also upset over the fact that I did not take you on a date but what can I say? I am a coward like that.” He says with a chuckle as he stops patting your head. “I like you…I like you Y/N..I have liked you since the moment I saw you dating that guy in high school. I thought of confessing to you a numerous times but I always backed out last minute. I was afraid, you know? Afraid that you might reject me or I might just not reach your standards. I was scared that I might lose this friendship we have built over the years over my feelings. I don’t want that..you’re probably the only friend I have kept in touch with and I am glad I did because I don’t know what I might do without you in my life Y/N..” he says in a hushed voice as he leans down and gives your forehead a small kiss, “I love you Y/N, I always have and I always will.” Saying that you hear him close the door.

Clutching onto your chest you let yourself breathe again. Looking back at the closed door you heard Sangyeon close your main door.

‘Think fast stupid. It’s now or never’ saying that in your mind you immediately get out of the bed and dash out of the house with the Sylveon plush clutched tightly in your hands.

“Sangyeon! Wait!” You scream at the top of your lungs when you see Sangyeon walking out of the complex. You knew tomorrow morning a complaint would be at your door the first thing in the morning but that was your least of your worries at the moment.

“Y/N? What are you still doing up? I thought you were sleeping?” Sangyeon mutters under his breath but you catch onto it quickly.

“I heard what you said..” you said once you were standing in front of him, “You idiot…I..I like you too..” you mutter as you take another step closer to him.

“I knew I liked you but I just could not accept the fact that I was liking my own best friend. I was in that denial for too long..I tried everything. I tried to distance myself from you so that my feelings don’t grow but in return it hurted both of us. I tried to bury my feelings away by dating but none of them felt right and most of the dates turned out to be huge jerks anyways…” you say with a chuckle as you take a hold of sangyeon’s hand in yours.

“I think it’s about time we give this new relationship of ours a chance..” you say with a smile adorning your face.

You could hear your heartbeat, it was pounding so loud that it reached till your ears. You were pretty sure Sangyeon heard it too.

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ryuyejiho · 10 months

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"Being fascinated by his six-pack" - Hyunjae

Pairing: Hyunjae X Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: 18+, Fingering, Handjob, Sex

Summary: Backstage sex is exceptionally good when the adrenaline is pumping through your veins, especially when your boyfriend gets half-naked on stage...

(same story with Stray Kids Bang Chan)

Word Count: ~2.3K

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Together with other friends of The Boyz, we went to the backstage to congratulate them on a good concert.... and I had something else to say but that was in private.

That's why as soon as I saw Jaehyun I immediately went to him with a quick step, passing Sangyeon and Younghoon who were saying something to me but I didn't even pay attention to them which apparently made them laugh. As soon as Jaehyun looked in my direction I extended my index finger and pointed ominously at him. He looked at me in surprise and a moment later as if he suddenly understood what I meant he started laughing shyly.

"You! Fucking Lee Jaehyun" I said in a hushed tone and poked my finger into his torso where his skin was bare even though his jacket was already buttoned "this is something only I can watch".

I jabbed my finger at his chest which he only laughed at and caught my wrist. He brought my hand to his lips and looking into my eyes, kissed the back of my hand.

"Sorry, I didn't think of you."

"But I'm thinking about it all the time. I have this image in front of me all the time" I almost screamed but he only smirked and brought his face closer to mine.

"Did I turn you on that much? Just by unzipping my jacket?" he asked raising one eyebrow.

"Yes," I replied shortly to which he laughed lightly. He looked around and catching my hand, walked toward the small staff room pulling me behind him.

He closed the door as I crossed the threshold and pushed open one of the kitchen-type cabinets on which still lay empty ramen wrappers and a carton of milk and in the corner a kettle and two glasses.

He dropped all the trash and kicked to the side, tossed me up holding my waist and planted me on the cabinet, while standing between my thighs on which he put his hands after a while and pulled me a little closer. I didn't even notice when I started breathing faster and my hands went to the buttons of his white jacket unbuttoning it. Placing his hands on his muscular as hell stomach he leaned over and rested his hands behind me on the cabinet top, bringing his lips close to mine but did not kiss me.

I knew he wanted to see what I would do so I tried with all my might not to move an inch but I lost the battle with myself as soon as I felt his hands on my waist. I felt warmth in my lower abdomen and without thinking anything more I fell into his mouth.

We kissed slowly and passionately at first, but as his hands began to travel up and down my sides and feeling his hardness between my legs as his hips pressed harder and harder with each passing moment, our kiss grew hungrier and firmer.

He take off my blouse and in a split second his lips were on my breasts. He kissed and nibbled them, once gently and once so hard that traces of his teeth were left on my skin. I tried not to moan, fearing that anyone might hear us or maybe....

"Jaehyun, wait. Someone might come in," I barely whispered through my rapid breathing.

"No one will come in," he said shortly and moved his lips to my neck, moving one of his hands to my breasts and the other to my back to undo my bra. In a few seconds he nimbly unhooked it, the bra fell to my thighs so I dropped it to the ground and arched my back wanting to feel his lips on my now sensitive nipples.

He gently stroked my back and sides with his hands, fingertips traversing the bare skin. I loved how gentle his hands were and his slender fingers either stroked my skin just as gently or poked in sharply which was equally pleasurable.

I placed my hands on his torso again and scratched his torso with my fingernails. He began to purr quietly, I knew he liked to be scratched gently on his torso or back. He began to make a downward path with his kisses from ear, through neck, clavicles, cleavage to the nipple of my left breast which he immediately put between his lips. Holding the nipple in his mouth, he began teasing it with his tongue to suck on it after a while, changing the intensity every now and then.

He brought me to the brink of pleasure and all he did was stroke my sides with his hand and suck on my one nipple. It was amazing how much he attracted me, he was able to make me horny with just a glance even from a few meters away. Let alone when I could feel him, let alone when he finally entered me and fucked me like no one else had ever done. The very thought made me even wetter and my mouth let out a long, not too loud, moan.

Jaehyun looked at me from under his long lashes and smiled. He moved back a few millimeters only to now abuse my right nipple. Not that I didn't like it.

I ran my fingers through his slightly frizzy and beginning to curl hair, probably due to the humidity since it was raining outside and in addition he was all wet with sweat. I tugged lightly on the ends of his hair here and there, with my other hand pulling on his jacket and holding onto his shoulder as if I were afraid he might leave at any moment. My small hand didn't even half cover his entire muscular shoulder so my nails involuntarily dug into it.

He moved away from me and literally attacked my lips kissing roughly. He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it higher and higher, not even bothering to do it slowly. He wanted me here and now, and I knew it perfectly well. Even more so because I wanted him myself. When his fingers reached my pussy he started pressing them against me and staggering them in circles. I moaned into his mouth but then he moved away from me, his hips pressing even harder against me.

"I want you," he said quietly, breathing deeply and quickly because of our kiss. He looked into my eyes as if expecting confirmation that he could do anything more, continuing to massage my pussy.

"Do whatever you want" I replied after a moment's thought, trying to be confident but I knew I had failed when he laughed quietly. A long time ago I have noticed that his smile and laughter are sincere when his upper teeth are visible. Just the sight and thought of it always makes me want to smile myself.

But this time his smile quickly took the form of a cocky grin as soon as he put his hands on the elastic band of my pants. Guessing what he wanted to do I lifted my ass and then he literally ripped my pants off me along with my panties. He pulled them down and threw them behind him, immediately pulling me closer to the end of the cabinet. He licked, how sexy, his fingers and pressed them against my naked pussy. He circled my clit a couple of times, using his other hand to widen my legs to put two fingers inside me at once.

He put them in and out at an even, slow pace, looking at me intensely and licking his lips every now and then. In addition to his sincere smile, I also loved the way he licked his lips, every time he did it so exceptionally hot that I felt like I was getting a fever. So did his combing his hair back, which he just did. I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, I could feel him putting his fingers inside me faster and faster. I tilted my head back and tried to moan quietly enough that no one from across the room would hear me.

Jaehyun's hand began to move up and down, his fingers hitting my most sensitive spot perfectly. I looked at him and when he licked his lips again I rolled my eyes. He knew perfectly well how sexy he looked to me then, and how much I loved his lips, especially when I felt them on mine. Even though they were thin, they were very soft.

Suddenly he stopped his movements and pulled his fingers out of me. I wanted to look at him but when I opened my eyes he disappeared from my field of vision. Now he was kneeling in front of me, holding my legs wide while driving his fingers into my thighs which he kissed here and there. More than once he said how much he liked my thighs, for me they were too big but in his opinion they were perfect. I took a deep breath and almost choked for air when I felt his lips on my clit. He kissed quite hard and licked from the bottom to up, reaching all the way to my lower abdomen.

Grabbing my ankles firmly, he placed my legs on his shoulders, dipping between my thighs. He licked my entire pussy a few times and began to make circles on my clit with the tip of his tongue. I covered my mouth with my hand as my moans grew louder and unstoppable. He began to thrust his tongue into my hole and purred, clearly pleased with the way he was working on me. He sucked my lower lips at the same time with his nose teasing my clit, a moment later he sucked my clit and moved his one hand from my thigh closer to my pussy.

He sucked harder and harder with his finger teasing my entrance, I held on tightly to his hair not wanting him to stop for a moment. I pushed my hips out gently wanting him to put his finger inside me, which he did after a while. Still sucking hard on my clit he inserted his one finger into me at a painfully slow pace. He moved it at an equally slow pace, moving it from side to side, lapping up and down my insides. It was all so good that my body began to shake, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Jaehyun, feeling the trembling of my thighs, moved away for a moment and, looking at me, added another finger. He watched his fingers disappear deep into my pussy, breathing rapidly. He straightened up further kneeling and fingering me faster and faster, simultaneously sucking my clit again. Harder and harder, faster and faster. He moaned as if he was the one feeling so much pleasure now and not me. He savored my juices as if it was the most delicious thing he could taste.

"I'm close now," I muttered, looking down at him. He teased my button with his tongue at an incredibly fast pace, every now and then taking my pussy in his mouth and sucking on it, shaking his head. I couldn't stop moaning his name, sometimes much louder than I should. I was almost certain that everyone already knew what we were doing here but I didn't care at this point.

"Jae, I'm about to come. Don't sto..p" I quickly looked at him when suddenly all his actions stopped and my pussy was filled with emptiness. He quickly stood up and kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I felt my own taste at which I moaned. I put my hands around his neck but he moved away. He unbuttoned the button of his white pants which, after a moment, fell off his hips on their own and he kicked them against the wall so they wouldn't bother him. He returned to my mouth and, kissing me as fiercely as before, caught my hand and placed it on his hardness, squeezed it and left it that way, placing his hands on my cheeks. I squeezed his cock gently and stroked it with my thumb but after a while I put my hand inside his boxers and pulled him out. I pumped him slowly and firmly, removed myself from his mouth and kissed his neck, stopping for a longer time at his most sensitive spots. With my other hand I stroked his belly being fascinated by his six-pack. I knew he was most sensitive on the tip so now I squeezed the tip and pressed my thumb against his cock hole.

I wasn't given any more time to play with him because he suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, immediately applying his cock to my entrance. He began kissing my neck, biting and licking in various places. When he stopped in one place for a longer time, most likely wanting to make a hickey on me he sucked hard on my skin, a little painful but still pleasurable. Then I felt his length enter me slowly. When he pulled away from my neck, he came out of me for a few centimeters to enter me a moment later with his entire length. He repeated this several times, getting faster and faster with each thrust. Just a few minutes later he was pounding into me hard and fast, so that I couldn't stop moaning louder and louder.

His fingers pounded into my thighs and hips so hard that I knew I would have bruises afterwards. But he loved it. He loved leaving bruises and marks all over my body, so that everyone could see and know that I was only his. He was proud of himself when his friends talked among themselves about it.

I moved closer to him and rested my forehead against his chest, panting loudly and gasping. However, I was so uncomfortable when he moved his hips so I started kissing his torso everywhere I could reach. His neck, shoulders, biceps, chest.

He was fucking me so well that all I had in my mind was him and his name. How perfectly he fit me and how perfectly he pounded into me perfectly hitting my sensitive spot. How perfectly his cock felt inside me.

When he put his fingers on my clit quickly rubbing it, just as quickly entering me I couldn't hold out any longer. I came unexpectedly and the orgasm was so intense that for a moment I was afraid I would squirt. I came screaming his name, arching my back back and squeezing his hips with my thighs. I guessed that my pussy clamped down on his cock because Jaehyun suddenly stopped moving and threw his head back with an equally loud moan. He pounded into me one last time and, pushing his hips hard into mine, I felt his cum spill deep inside me.

After a long moment, he leaned over me and, placing his forehead on my shoulder, began to slowly move his hips. Pulling out of me he looked down to see his cum pouring out of my pussy. I felt it running down my right buttock, with one finger I gathered as much of it as I could and put it in my mouth, sucking.

"Fucking stop because we don't have time for a second round," he wheezed out, to which I smiled. He rested his forehead against mine and kissed my nose.

"so we need to get home as soon as possible" he was thinking about something for a moment then suddenly moved away from me and picked up my pants throwing them over my thighs.

"get ready quickly and I'll go hurry them up" he put on only his boxers and went to find his own clothes to get dressed as soon as possible and go home.

I just laughed and reached for the paper towel that was on the refrigerator next to me. I couldn't wait until we were alone in our home, in our bed.

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The same story was released with Bang Chan from Stray Kids, only the names and some parts were changed.

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