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stealanity · 4 months
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[ kim sunwoo ] ꕤ unashamedly
pairing : sunwoo x reader genre : fluff, suggestive warnings : kissing, a lot of kissing and suggestive words count : 827
you knew it was a bad idea to be at home with sunwoo AND all your friends, but they'd all insisted on spending one last evening together before the start of a new school year of hell — and who were you to say no to haknyeon's pleading eyes? that's how your living room turned into a summer camp, the floor strewn with inflatable mattresses and blankets, each with a more ridiculous design than the last. eating your popcorn and watching with a judgmental eye as eric did you-know-what in the corner of your living room, you suddenly felt arms around your waist, making you jump slightly.
not bothering to see who it was, you felt a chin take its place on your shoulder, and a head stick to yours. to no one's surprise, the scent of sunwoo's perfume tickled your nostrils, while your eyes darted between all your friends who seemed absorbed in the film playing on your television. « why are you so clingy? » you whispered, thinking how lucky you were that no one suspected that you were now a couple and no longer just friends, even if your sudden closeness should have tipped them off. sunwoo shook his head negatively, daring to place a kiss on the hollow of your neck when everyone else was looking away, « i miss you, » he muttered against your skin, moving dangerously up your jaw to reach your ear, « i want to kiss you. »
a shiver ran down your spine, as you spied around you to make sure no one had seen or heard what he had just said and done. turning your head towards his, your gaze met the piercing brown color of sunwoo's pupils, the smirk on his pretty lips giving you the strange urge to unscrew his head. but your heart, which was now racing in your chest, had other desires — especially when you had the misfortune to squint at his mouth, which seemed to be screaming at you to kiss him. « we can't, we're not alone. » you replied, your hand mechanically caressing his forearm, paying no attention to anything going on around you. but sunwoo knew how to be persuasive : so he moved a little closer to you so that the tip of his nose caressed yours, before standing up as if nothing had happened, beckoning you to follow him.
what you did. unashamedly.
moving along the almost pitch-black corridor leading to your room and out of sight of others, your body was suddenly drawn against something warm and soft. sunwoo's body pressed against yours, his arms firmly encircling you as if to prevent you from escaping. « hey love, » he whispered against your lips, and you could hear in his words the smile that clung to his mouth, « did you miss me? »
wrapping your arms around his neck, you rose on tiptoe to place a light kiss on his lips before speaking, in a barely audible whisper, « you're here to kiss me, save the nice words for later. » — a scoff leaves his tongue just before he closed the distance between you both completely, capturing your lips in a hot, desperate kiss. sunwoo's hands wandered under your pyjama top, his delicate fingers caressing your warm skin, without a second thought that anyone could have surprised you. he lifted you slightly off the ground, taking you by surprise while taking advantage and slide his tongue against yours, sighing against your lips at the simple sensation of finally being able to kiss you the way he wanted to. sunwoo was an incredible kisser — the best you've ever known, and the only one capable of driving your heart crazy and your stomach full of butterflies.
after long minutes of kissing, reversing roles and finding yourself with your back pressed against the wall behind you, a noise is heard in the hallway entrance, before an expletive forces you to separate your mouths from each other. despite your jerky breathing, your lips fuller and pinker than usual, and your hands nestled in each other's clothes, you turned on the light next to you to discover with horror eric's mocking face. « i knew it ! we knew it ! » he shouted, running back to the living room with a crash, « jacob you owe me $50 ! »
sighing, you looked up at sunwoo, who was smiling with a half-sorry, half-happy smile. hitting his arm, your boyfriend pretended to be in pain and grimaced, « all because of you and your impatience ! » you say, before he cuts you off and kisses you again, pinning you in place. then he pulled away slowly, smiling like an idiot in love, and you'll swear you really want to unscrew his head, « now at least, i can kiss you whenever i want. »
and that's what he did. in front of your friends. unashamedly.
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sungbeam · 1 month
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9:47PM — lee juyeon x gn!reader
a/n: okay but if i did ever go thru w my frat tbz series, this would be so much fun for juyo, just saying 😭 she's been stewing in my brain for how long now
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You were just walking beneath the balconies of one of the frat houses when you came to an abrupt halt. Tipsy and unaware of your actions, your friend Ningning crashed right into your back. “Yn, what—”
“Waitwaitwait!” You told her as you backpedaled a few steps to get a better view.
The two of you were situated in the middle of a Greek Row block party and it was raging all around you. But on your way down the street, your eyes had caught the marvel of a man leaning over his balcony railing, nursing a can of beer and people-watching. Your buzzed out brain nearly melted into a puddle of goop at the sight of his soft-eyed smile as he laughed at something his brothers were doing across the street at the cornhole boards.
You cupped your hands around your mouth and gave a holler, “Heey, pretty boy!” Oh, you definitely sounded drunk, but you swore you weren't…
The man heard you, loud and clear, and turned his head with wide eyes in your direction. When he saw you there with a big grin on your face, his cheeks darkened. “Wh—who? Me?” He asked while pointing at himself.
“But soft!” You replied, reaching your hands up toward him and then clutching at your heart, “what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet the sun.”
He was fully facing you now and nearly half folded over the railing with his smile as giddy as a girl on the telephone with a lover. “My name's Juyeon, not Juliet, by the way.”
“If I told you my phone number, would you correct it with yours, too?”
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slytherinshua · 2 months
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SHUT UP, BRAIN
genre. hurt/comfort. warnings. kevin has some thoughts and insomnia. pairing. kevin x reader. wc. 745. request. no. a/n. i love him so much he deserves the world hes so sweet and perfect :(
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When you stirred from sleep from the unmistakable chill and loud rustling in the room followed by a hushed curse, you knew Kevin had struggled to fall asleep again. You were exhausted, but you knew it was probably even worse for him. He never seemed to show how tired he was, but you could sometimes see it in his eyes, especially when the lack of sleep built up over time.
You forced your eyes open, pulling the blanket closer over your body to help with the shivers. Without Kevin’s body warmth, you always felt a constant chill, no matter how many blankets you piled on top of your body. It just wasn’t the same as being wrapped up in his arms.
“Kevin.” You called out, rolling to the other side of the bed to locate where he was in the room.
“Hm?” He answered immediately, turning around to meet your tired eyes. This same routine had happened so often that he had learned to not feel bad about waking you up because he couldn’t sleep. You really didn’t mind, you just wanted him back in bed cuddled up next to you.
“Cold.” That was all you could muster out in a tired whisper. Thankfully, it was all Kevin needed to know that you wanted him back under the covers. He shuffled over sheepishly as you opened up the blanket for him to crawl under with you.
You sighed as soon as you were able to wrap your arms around his body and could feel the warmth that washed over you almost immediately. You rested your head back on the pillow and watched Kevin’s eyes drift to the ceiling, blinking several times, but never falling down to look at you.
“You thinking about something?” You asked quietly.
You heard him sigh. He took a while to respond, but you didn’t rush him. You focused on the little skin exposed on his chest from his pyjama top, drawing little circles on the spot to relax him.
“Just… us, I guess. Thinking about everything, but mostly just you… and me.” His eyes flickered to you for a split second before settling back on the ceiling. 
“What about us?” 
“Are you tired of this?” The question was filled with worry, and you knew that ‘this’ referred to more than just what your mind immediately jumped to.
“No. Are you?” 
“No… but I still feel bad.”
You understood what he was feeling. It was almost impossible not to feel some frustration with the sacrifices you both had to make just to be able to date each other. It was hard, but it was worth it. You just had to reassure him of it at times.
“I know, Kev. You know you make me really happy, though, right?” The way you said it was almost like a promise to him; a promise that he would always make you happier than anyone else. 
“I know I do, I just wish I was able to do more, you know?” You hummed, trying to fight back a yawn and listen to everything that was plaguing his mind, but it slipped past you before you could stop it. 
“I’m sorry, I know you’re tired. I’ll be okay. You can go back to sleep.” He turned on his side, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Will you be able to sleep?” You pulled him just a bit closer, craving more of his body warmth and comforting embrace.
“I’ll try. If I can’t, I promise to still keep you warm.” He smiled fondly at you as you got comfortable again, adjusting the blankets to cover you properly and shuffling your head on your pillow.
“I love you.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and letting the tiredness wash over you in waves. You felt Kevin’s lips press against yours, but it was soft and fleeting, only lasting for a second before he pulled away.
“I love you too. Sorry for my brain.” He whispered back.
“I love your brain, too. I just wish it was nicer to you.” You said, half asleep at that point. You couldn’t see Kevin’s half-hearted smile, but you felt him pull you even closer until your head was resting on his chest instead of the pillow. The last gesture assured your brain that you could really fall asleep again. Kevin always slept better the closer he was cuddled up to you, so you had hope that sleep would finally grace him as well.
↳ tbz taglist: @eternalgyu,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @cosmicwintr,, @weird-bookworm,, @haecien
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hcuyk · 8 months
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SYNOPSIS : changmin loves you. the happier ending to kidult
PAIRING : daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader
GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features the boyz as children
WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect
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TEASER WORD COUNT : 329
ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k
ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm
TAGLIST : @stealanity @yourjaylaks @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @moonieric @sunfics @deputyjuyeon @simpforsunwoo @nyujjan @i6swoo @karsohn @nilesig @twentysixofmays @changmin-wrlds @mavericsohn @lisori @nanamioo @enhacolor @kyswoo @sunwoahkim @jaerisdiction @yunkiwii @ja4hyvn @choielyssa @crazywittysassy @yenart @sleepymoon27 @st1ngrayz — lmk if you want to be added!
A/N : to all the patient people who stuck with me for two years and waited for this very moment. i never thought this was going to happen, but here we are. jeonghan's teaser will release twelve hours from now
K. COLLECTION [J.CM] ONE | TWO
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Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Changmin missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.
“What the hell do you even want?”
“I want to talk to you.”
“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.
“I tried!”
“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”
“Well it’s not like you tried either—”
“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Changmin, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.
“I got hit by a car, Changmin! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”
“Y/N—”
“-mauled by a bear?”
“I can explain-”
“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Jichang. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”
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“I knew you’d be there for me.”
“I missed you, I needed you-”
“I know.”
“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”
“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”
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it isn't a vae fic if there isn't angst Y'ALL AREN'T ESCAPING 👹👹 if i take longer than a week with this fic, i'll post a second (happier) teaser
it's been two years guys!! i'll be surprised if anyone sees this at all. if you do, please reblog and share, or even give me some support/hype in the comments. i want everyone who wanted a happy ending to see this <3
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kimsohn · 2 months
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𓇼 3:45 am
pairing . juyeon x gn!reader about . 718 words, fluff + angst warnings . none! ↳ dedicated to my beautiful sexy hot wife @juyeonszn
it's cold, too cold outside.
you shiver as you sit on the bench, the sound of rain reverberating around the covered bus stop. your drenched raincoat sits next to you along with your purse, embellished with water droplets on the metal engraving.
you laugh bitterly, seeing your warped face in the shiny hooks of your bag. juyeon gifted you it many years ago, and it still looks the same as it did on your birthday.
you sense juyeon in everything you own. from the cat clip with whiskers in your hair down to your worn-out shoes he'd decorated with a sharpie, he echoes wherever you go. you see his face in the rain splashing down next to you, on the lock screen of your buzzing phone, and in the reflection of the chapped nail polish on your fingertips.
too bad you're pissed at him right now, though. everything that reminds you of him is like a curse.
"y/n!" you hear, and you look up from watching the droplets plink against the ground to register the sound corrrectly.
you blink once, twice, to ensure that yes indeed, juyeon is the one that's running toward you. he's masked by the pouring shower around him, fading in through the reflections of clear water until he's close enough to see visibly. the beloved gray hoodie he always wears is drenched by the water, and the only sign of protection he has is the hood covering his forehead that he's holding up with his shivering hands.
"juyeon," you say, standing up, "why are you here? it's pouring outside!"
"i couldn't- i couldn't leave you like that. i can't let you leave like this."
you watch as he walks to the bench, picking up your purse and swinging over his shoulder. he makes his way over to you, draping the bright yellow raincoat around your frame, tucking your hands into the sleeves. you make no move to stop him.
"let's go home," he whispers, sniffling. "please."
this close to him, you now realize that the droplets on his cheeks aren't those of the rain, that the runny nose he sports is not because of the temperature, and the redness of his eyes is definitely not a result of running here. your heart drops when you realize he's been crying, and it takes everything in your power to not bring him close and give him a hug like it's your last.
"i'm still mad at you, you know?"
"you can be mad at home, where it's nice and warm."
he stares at you so expectantly that your resolve shatters.
"juyeon," you sigh, watching him slide the strap of your bag up his shoulder.
"i'm sorry," he whispers, so silently that you almost can't hear it. "i'm sorry that work got in the way of our anniversary. you were right, you know, about me never being there for you. but i couldn't let you leave like this. you're all that i have."
your mind drifts back to the argument that took place a couple of hours ago, one that resulted in you storming out and slamming the door behind you. he'd gotten worked up over your anger at him not coming home early enough like he'd promised, and you'd retaliated by reminding him how often he does this to you.
they were words of the moment that you'd never meant to say. looking at his face now, you realize exactly how much you'd hurt him.
"oh, juyeon," you murmur, pulling him into your embrace, "i'm sorry too. none of those words were true, at all, and i wish i'd never said them. of all people, i know how your work affects our relationship. it wasn't right of me to get mad at you for it."
"but it was right of you. you can get angry at me a million times for being late and not showing up because it just means you love me. just don't leave home when i don't show up, okay? my heart can't take it. i'm too selfish to let you go."
selfishly, you'd never let him go either.
"i hate you," you whisper, furrowing into his chest.
"i love you too, baby. happy anniversary, my love."
and as the rain sprinkles around you, you know that you love him too.
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luv4new · 1 year
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[10:11PM]ㅤeric x f!readerㅤ|ㅤgenre: fluff(?), smutㅤ|ㅤwarnings/includes: fingering, hickey & neck kissingㅤ|ㅤwc: 0.3kㅤ|ㅤnote: welcome back eric <3
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“baby! come listen to this.”
eric turns his swivel chair away from his work desk slightly, making space for you to come and sit on his lap. and when you did, he helped put the headphones on you then wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, getting comfortable in the position.
“is this for a new song?” you ask.
“yeah. how is it?”
“it’s good. i really like the beat.”
“of course, i didn't make the beat. what about the lyrics?” he snickers.
he knows you're not a professional in songwriting as much as he is but he still wants to know the opinion of his favorite person. you wanted to understand the lyrics more like he asked so you replayed the song twice.
he grew impatient while waiting for your answer so the hand that rested on your thigh creeps under your skirt. his fingers push your underwear aside to reach your folds, tickling and arousing you. his actions caught you off guard that you forgot what you were about to say about the song.
“h-how am i going to understand what i'm listening when you’re doing that.” you shift on your seat to push his hand away but it only made his fingers reach other places of you more.
“mmm, don’t you find it sexier listening to my voice while i touch you?”
he sucks a spot on your neck, leaving a reddish-purple hickey. his fingers continue to work, alternating between your folds and your clit, until your underwear was soaking wet. you tried to stop your moans but it ended up sounding like a cute whimper which made him pause from kissing your neck and chuckle.
“eric- i really like the lyrics and i think it's catchy. i just don’t think there was a memorable line.”
“thank you for the constructive criticism, baby.” after you said that, his hand disappears under your skirt and he pecks your cheek sweetly.
you were left confused. he immediately stopped touching you after he got what he wanted? you change your seat on his lap to fully face him with your legs on his side. you palm the bulge on his shorts, making him shift his attention from the screen to you.
“you should finish what you started, baby.”
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snuhee · 2 years
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shoot your shot ꕀ kim sunwoo
genre: fluff / wc: 0.9k / no warnings
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the cafeteria noise was drilling into your ears, making it impossible for you to concentrate on your studies. you were deciding to go to the library; a very familiar place for “nerds” like you. although you didn't like the nickname, the classmates who constantly called you that weren't wholly wrong. as you tried to open the doors, to your surprise it was locked. the librarian must have gone to the bathroom and you were getting impatient.
so for a change of scenery, you chose to go into the courtyard where all the opposite people from you hung out aka the sporty type. 
you took out your notes at a small bench near the basketball courts, placing your stationery neatly to your side. this way, you’ll get more work done without any stress. as you calmly breathed in and out, you focused on the textbook in front of you. progress was shown through the many annotations you put in the paper. this is what you loved to do. understanding a subject gave you so much serotonin and energy. suddenly, you felt an object approaching your head and the peace was broken. as you fell over, your vision blurred as a figure hovered over your body, but their face was just a blob. 
next thing you know, you found yourself in the nurse’s office with a boy sitting across from you completely dozed off. he had a basketball next to his feet. before he could wake up, you took a mental note of his fluffy black hair, the way his plain black clothes fit on him, and his gorgeous lips. not to mention he was way taller compared to you. 
busy staring at his build, you didn’t feel his eyes on you. “hm?” you could hear him softly mumble.
“oh! you woke up.” he jolted up from his quick slumber, eyes wide open. 
“uh yeah…what happened?” you questioned the boy.
“i accidentally hit you with my ball. i’m so sorry about that by the way.” he apologized sincerely. you could tell by his boba ball eyes. 
“it’s fine. where’s my stuff? it’s really important.” you only cared about your items as they were precious notes you needed for the upcoming test this week. 
“it’s in the main office. don’t worry,” he reassured you as he felt your body stiffen up. 
“oh okay. thank you. anyway, nice to meet you. i gotta go now.” you slowly lifted yourself up and out of the bed. 
as you were about to leave, he stood up quickly making you look back at him. 
“i’m kim sunwoo by the way.” he scratched the back of his neck which made you chuckle. you could tell he was a grade below you from the way he acted towards you. 
“oh cool. sunwoo. i’m y/n.” you gave him a quick smile before exiting the room. 
whilst walking to the main office, that whole interaction with sunwoo wouldn’t leave your mind. you couldn’t think of any reasons why you weren’t upset with him. he ruined your study session but why weren’t you mad? is it because he was your exact ideal type? how come you never noticed him? what’s the point of thinking this hard if you guys would never meet again. you guys are from two different worlds. talking to a pretty boy like him just seemed like a one-time thing. 
a week goes by and sunwoo was on your mind 24/7. he would appear everywhere. even in the halls, he’d find your eyes in the ocean of students passing by. it was driving you crazy. would your worlds ever cross paths? it never seemed possible whenever you’d see girls surround him. he felt so far from you. 
you haven’t been to the courtyard this whole time since the library was finally open. it was peaceful and quiet again. although your life seemed boring to others, just the simple things made your day such as seeing the beautiful morning sunrise. who knew such things could impact you so much. when you walked into the library, almost every table was packed. the only seat left was near the window right next to the courtyard. 
as you were highlighting a section of your textbook, a basketball was thrown onto your desk from the window. this person must have great aim. as you glimpsed at the ball, a white paper taped onto it caught your attention. it read ‘come to the basketball courts - sunwoo’ with a cute face doodle next to his name. you couldn’t help to laugh at his silly way to get you to talk to him. it still felt like a fever dream that he would want anything to do with you. was this a way for him to get a tutor? the possibilities in your head were endless. 
when you reached the courts, you were met with sunwoo who had a playful smile plastered onto his face. this boy had trouble written all over him but you were curious about what he wanted to say. 
“it’s been a while y/n.” he beamed, putting his hands in his pocket.
“i guess so sunwoo.” you cheekily responded. 
“so.. i was wondering…if you’d like to get to know each other a little more…” he stepped towards you leaving a small space between you both. this sexual tension and eye contact made you swoon.
“a little straightforward isn’t it?” you joked, trying to remain calm but sunwoo easily made you flustered. with his troublesome flirty ways, he smoothly made his way into ruining your peaceful quiet life. you didn’t mind though. 
 “i’m just trying to shoot my shot,” he smirked while shrugging his shoulders. 
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a/n: oh i love this concept <3 truly a classic like what the person who requested this said !!! thank you for asking for this it was fun writing it mwa 
@snuhee's please do not steal or copy 2022 
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soleilhour · 2 years
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[22:12] ⏐Kim Sunwoo
warnings: titty hungry sunwoo, peach hungry sunwoo, kinda super fluffly i almost died, terrible attempt at humor, like a grain of salt of humor
fluff, suggestive
masterlist // navigation
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"mm you smell so good"
A content smile lifts your face, "do I?"
Sunwoo had been laying on top of you on his bed when he caught the scent of your perfume. Shifting his head, he began to dig the tip of his nose into your neck. Drawing in the scent of that peachy fruitiness through his nostrils.
"more"
You giggled at his silly behavior when he shifted his body down so fast, ducking his head under the covers. His goal was to drown in that scent.
After a moment, "Sunwoo?"
"Hm", he responds haphazardly, not wanting to tear himself away.
You lift the covers only to find his head bulging from under your shirt. He pauses for a moment like he's been caught, before responding, "oh my how did I get here?" Sounding absurdly fake, too engrossed in what he's doing.
"Those are my boobs"
"damn right they are" He gathers your breasts with his hands and playfully chomps on a delicate area making you squeal.
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0830s · 8 months
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what better idea than to spend your summer vacations in the warmth of beaches and hotel pools? with cocktails, friends and good music, nothing was missing to make your days off the most pleasant they could be. but.. that's without counting on thesudden presence of the handsome and hot lifeguard. lying on your deckchair, sunglasses on the tip of your nose, your eyes didn't dare
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let go of his silhouette for a second. maybe a dip in the pool would get his attention? so you left your sandals on the side, before dropping into the water — head first. and a few seconds later, arms were around your waist, and the lifeguard's devastating smile blotted out all the suns. what a great way to start your holidays, than to leave with lee juyeon's number and his pretty sunglasses.
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bus-stop-to-kpop · 1 year
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[22:32] - Lee Hyunjae
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[22:32] Hyunjae came fresh out the shower, wearing a loose white shirt and black sweatpants. There was a towel draped over his shoulders to keep the water from dripping onto his shirt.
"Why are you smiling like that?" He asked when you made eye contact with him from your spot on the sofa.
You patted the spot next to you, " Let me dry your hair for you."
Hyunjae complied with your request and made his way over to the sofa. He sat down with a soft groan, as his muscles were slightly sore from practice.
You moved behind him and took the towel off his shoulder to start drying his hair with soft movement. He started to relax into your touch, even closing his eyes.
You giggled when you realized that his natural curls were coming out. He always looked so adorable with them, like a little poodle.
"Why do you keep giggling?" Your boyfriend asked leaning his head back to look up at you with big eyes.
"You're just too cute." Leaning down you pressed a kiss to his lips before giggling again. He flashed you a proud smile.
You brought the towel back to the bathroom and when you came back Hyunjae held his arms open for you to cuddle into.
While you were gone Hyunjae had turned on the TV, but you didn't pay any attention to what he was watching, rather playing gently with his curls.
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stealanity · 4 months
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“ ONE BED. ” ft. eric sohn
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genre & warnings : cliché one bed trope, classmate ! au, kind of enemies to temporary heating, fluff, one die joke
word count : 1k>
author's note : THIS ISN'T STEALING. i already posted this writing on my zb1 blog, but decided to write it for eric as well. hope you'll enjoy my new work !
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« this can't happen. » you say defeatistly, letting your bag fall to the floor and staring at the room's only double bed. why the bus driver had to decide to stop for the night, letting you run around in the downpour turning into a flood to this shabby little hotel. only to discover that the hotel has fewer rooms available than expected, and on top of that, you end up sharing a room with the one person you can't stand.
and obviously, this room has only one bed.
not wanting to deal with your bad temper, your teachers quickly slipped away to their respective rooms, locking their doors, leaving you soaked to the bone, staring at the bed in front of you.
« there is no way i'm getting in a bed with you. » you declared, pointing a finger at the mattress, your gaze pivoting towards the one and only eric sohn, who rolled his eyes and sighed. the boy didn't care about your reaction, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder as he walked around you, infiltrating the bathroom, « you're welcome to the floor. »
with a fake, provocative smile, he finally slammed the door of bathroom, locking it, only for you to hear the shower running a few minutes later. a long sigh left your lips as you decided to leave the room to find something to munch on until you can warm up with a nice hot shower. wandering around the motel, you finally came across a vending machine, taking the time to observe what it was offering. after a few moments of reflection, you simply took a packet of bear jellies and a can of coke, before dragging your feet back to your hotel room.
opening the door, you came face to face with eric, who had just come out of the shower room. as he wiped his hair with his towel, you placed your purchases on the bedside table before grabbing your bag to take his place. there's no feeling more satisfying than throwing off your wet clothes for a hot shower — which you did without further ado.
after long minutes of enjoying the warmth, you put on your pyjamas and made your way to the main bedroom. unsurprisingly, eric was on the bed, scrolling through his phone, completely ignoring you. you didn't wait long before sitting down at the end of the bed, looking around you — there was really nothing to do. on top of that, it probably didn't have a heater because of the way the hairs on your arms stood up from the cold. « woah, it's really cold. » you whispered, pulling your legs up to your chest.
until something hits you square in the back.
ready to turn around and howl at him like a ferocious beast, your fingers came into contact with the object he had thrown at you : a sweatshirt. probably his sweatshirt. surely his sweatshirt. frowning, eric gestured to you to put it on silently, just then returning to his own business on his phone. without bothering to thank him verbally, you slipped it on without further ado, enjoying the softness and warmth of the fabric against your skin.
not mentioning the fact that his scent on it appealed to your nostrils.
swivel for crawling on the mattress to get under the blanket, your gaze landed on him, attracting his attention. lying down as far away from him as possible, you put on a falsely threatening face before speaking : « touch me and die. »
a scoff leave his lips, probably due to the nerve you showed, when he had just sacrificed the warmth of his sweatshirt for you. paying no further attention to him, you turned your back on him and closed your eyes, praying that sleep would come to you as soon as possible.
which obviously didn't happen.
a long sigh left your lips as you didn't dare turn over in bed, pulling as hard as you could on the blanket to cover your frozen body. which drew yet another long annoyed sigh from the boy next to you. moving slightly to stare at the dark ceiling, you nibbled your lower lip as you pondered. should you talk? perhaps the best idea for you both is to have as few altercations as possible, but it was going to be a long night if you kept getting cold like that.
so you decided to talk, « you're not sleeping? » you asked, trying not to turn your gaze to eric, but simply glancing out of the corner of your eye, « nope. »
his voice seemed to fade into a sigh, though his answer was short. « why? » you continued, wrapping your body a little more tightly in the warmth of the blanket. « don't want you to stab me the second i close my eyes. » he declared in an amused tone, which gave way to a small smile at the corner of your lips, as you rolled your eyes. so you decided to look in his direction, just for a few seconds, without thinking that your pupils would be planted in his.
« i won't. » you finally whispered, trying to ignore the cute smile that had just appeared on his lips when you said those words. the moonlight passing through the thin curtains of the motel room illuminated his face, which you noticed had just softened.
suddenly, eric's hand came out of the blanket and slipped around your waist, drawing your body closer to his. you looked at him incredulously, unsure of how to react — but the warmth of his hand against your back made you want to snuggle up to him. « you're cold right? » he said in a whisper, pulling you completely against him, and in an instant your body felt warm again. nodding slightly and muttering an inaudible reply, you pulled yourself up against him, keeping your arms against your chest. finding a comfortable position, you ignored the acceleration of your heartbeat as you closed your eyes, praying that the sandman would pass quickly to put you to sleep.
« this never happened? » you say softly, camouflaging yourself a little more against him, seeking the slightest ounce of warmth from his body. « deal. » he replied, tightening his arms around you, placing his cheek against the top of your head while closing his eyes, ready to fall from exhaustion.
maybe in the end, this night wasn't going to be the worst of all.
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sungbeam · 3 months
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𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤
ju haknyeon x gn!reader
0.4k words, implied est. relationship au, fluff, i just needed this tonight
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He found you out on the balcony as the sky turned a shade of red pomelo. In a few minutes, it would burn to the color of a mandarin orange as the sun began its trek into the sky to mark daybreak.
Ju Haknyeon would have stayed in bed longer had it not been for your absence. He rubbed his eyes between a yawn as he settled on the chair next to you and slumped his head onto your shoulder. Your hand found his hair, fingers gently scratching his scalp.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked quietly, shifting his head so his cheek pressed against your shoulder and you could watch the sunrise together.
You were quiet for a moment, considering. You massaged the words around your mouth with your tongue and attempted to string them together like they were individual letters in an alphabet soup. “I'm thinking that you're it for me.”
For a second, your words didn't fully register in his half-awake head. It was muddled and foggy, but then they became as real as you were. His heart galloped into full gear in his chest and it banged on his ribcage, begging to be let out. I'm thinking that you're it for me.
Your touch on his head was still as tender as it always was. “You're it for me, Haknyeon,” you repeated with more finality. It was not because you didn't think he heard or even misunderstood, but rather, for the sake of putting it out into the universe—this was it; you'd made your decision and you'd chosen your person.
He suddenly couldn't find his own words—any words—that might even begin to express how he felt. Haknyeon raised his head up from your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the imminent sunrise. He could even still see the sleep in the corners of your eyes, and there was no other moment in time that he wished to sear into his mind's eye to hold onto forever and ever.
“You’re it for me, too,” he said thickly. There was no other person he would rather spend the rest of his life with than you.
You smiled then. It was more beautiful than the rising sun at the horizon. It warmed his chest like a hearth, so full of love and contentment and adoration.
He reached for your hand and your fingers tangled with his until he couldn't tell his from yours.
Neither of you said anything else. Nothing else needed to be said. He just squeezed your hand, thumb grazing against the back of your knuckles, as the sun climbed up into the sky.
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slytherinshua · 3 months
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LIPSTICK STAINS
genre. fluff. warnings. kissing. pairing. husband!chanhee x wife!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. no. a/n. chanhee husband agenda idk what else to say...
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Chanhee’s breath was taken away every time he walked into your art studio. Falling in love with you and your paintings had been one of the dreamiest experiences of his life. But now, being able to walk into your little art studio a couple blocks away from your house, visiting you as you worked as your husband? That reality was infinitely more dreamy to him.
He would truly never get tired of any of it. The smell of fresh paint and clean fabric as he walked through the door, the soft classical music that you liked to listen to while creating your paintings— it was all so beautiful to him. Your whole process was unique, and each painting turned out so beautifully different from the last.
You specialized in portraits; another of the many reasons that Chanhee had fallen for you. You had a passion for capturing a person’s emotion and soul in a painting. The way you painted them held such vulnerability, like you were telling a whole story through each stroke of paint to the canvas.
Of course, as you started dating Chanhee, and fell more in love with the man than you thought possible for a person, your paintings slowly found themselves a new muse. He held the title more proudly than anything else. He was a muse for an artist. He was your muse. And, oh, how you loved to paint him.
Chanhee could name about 30 or more paintings that you had done of him over the years. You could name at least 50 more. You only showed him ones when he begged you to. And he always wanted to see when he was aware you had painted him again— which is why you stopped telling him. 
You didn’t mind showing him the ones you were proud of, but you never felt like your art was really good enough. Chanhee strongly disagreed, though. He always praised your paintings as if you were the next Leonardo Da Vinci (which, in his mind, you were). You had a secret stash of scrapped or unfinished paintings of your husband which only you were aware of. It was like a small treasure trove— and you had full intention to fix and finish each one of the paintings over the course of time.
You were working on one of those unfinished paintings when Chanhee walked in. He always knocked softly on the wall to alert you of his presence since there was no door to your painting room. You easily got zoned into your paintings and were easily startled by loud noises or suddenly appearing husbands who wanted back hugs. (Not that Chanhee knew from experience, or anything.)
You hummed softly when you heard his knock, a small sign to Chanhee that you were aware of his presence and that he could come in. You were focused on applying a burnt orange colour to the background of the painting, and your husband watched you with a smitten smile on his face. When you finished applying the orange and put down your paintbrush, turning around to him, his smile widened.
“What are you painting today?” He asked curiously, seeing the beautiful mess of colours on the large canvas. It wasn’t immediately noticeable to the naked eye that his face would soon be on that canvas as well. Your art style was always a mix of mediums and colours. You never liked to do just simple portraits— there always had to be something special about it.
“Take a guess?” You walked towards him, easing your arm around his waist and leaning into his side. He reciprocated the hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.
He hummed, “Perhaps a certain Choi Chanhee?”
You scoffed, “No way. I’ve painted him too many times already. His face is getting boring.” You said, glancing up at your husband with a teasing glimmer in your smile. Chanhee rolled his eyes and squeezed your waist gently, showing his unamusement with your little joke. He took your face in his hands, leaning down a little, staring straight at you with his shiny eyes.
You were expecting a kiss, but instead Chanhee just looked at you seriously for a few seconds before cracking a small smile, “You could never get bored of my face.” He whispered.
He was right. He knew he was right, and a surge of confidence ran through him as soon as he saw colour creep up to your cheeks at his whispered remark. You really shouldn’t have allowed him to have free access to your studio at any time. Not only was it distracting to have the prettiest man on Earth looking at you so fondly as you worked, but you also froze up under his gaze, often resulting in works you were less proud of.
“My paint is getting dry.” You mumbled, trying to pull his hands from your blushing cheeks. He was stubborn in keeping his face close to yours, though.
“I’m not leaving without kissing my wife.” He said simply.
You gave in— really it was almost impossible to resist Chanhee for as long as you had. You leaned up and pressed your lips to his, sighing in content as he deepened the kiss, hands sliding to hold your jaw softly. Your hands were on his shoulders, grounding you so you couldn’t get lost in the feeling of his lips.
The first time you pulled out of the kiss, Chanhee’s lips found yours again quicker than you could get a word in, causing both of you to giggle. The second time, you were sure you would be able to escape— but Chanhee’s hands had slid down to your waist, and held you securely so that you couldn’t end the kiss before he was ready.
Once you finally pulled away for the third time, you were both slightly out of breath. Chanhee seemed satisfied and let go of you, though you didn’t walk away from him immediately. You caught your breath first, still resting your hands on your husband’s shoulders, laughing at each sharp exhale of his breath and how the kiss had left you with a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
“I’ve got to get back to painting, love. Pick me up for dinner, okay?” You grinned at him. He hummed and nodded, waving goodbye to you before he could further distract you. 
As he left, you noticed the slight smudge of your lipstick to the side of his lips. You smiled to yourself, picking up your paintbrush again, deciding that a kiss mark was just what this painting needed.
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hcuyk · 7 days
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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
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[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. 
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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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kimsohn · 8 months
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haywire
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pairing . juyeon x gn! reader (ft. karina of aespa) about . 1.5k words, fluff warnings . juyeon is pretty ooc (i had the urge to make him a hot beach boy sorry), very detailed description of him bc y/n is down bad (this isn't suggestive i just explained things in detail), y/n is also a little bit of an idiot, cursing
synopsis . public showers are the bane of your existence, but maybe you have to reconsider after seeing the eye candy next door. note. this is heavily inspired by juyeon's shower scenes in lip gloss!! (tysm to jacobblr for these gifs, view them in order as you read! 1 2) this was meant to be a drabble but i got carried away, hence the length. enjoy the physical hotness that is juyeon 💗
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You have come to the conclusion that sand is magical.
Seriously, how is it that so much still remains on you after you've been furiously rubbing it off for the past 30 minutes? It's like glue is attached to the particles, because either it's not coming off or you're just a complete idiot (it's probably the latter).
"Y/N, the only way that sand is going to come off is with a shower." your friend Karina states, packing up the umbrella covering you two, "Stop trying so hard or you're going to get a towel burn. Is that what it’s even called? It’s definitely not a carpet burn…"
You sigh as you cut out her rambling, knowing that her words are correct and that you're simply choosing to ignore them because of your dislike for public showers. They're out in the open, extremely inefficient, and who knows how many people have stood on the nasty tile, but it's either that or ruining Karina's convertible with sand.
"Fine. I'll be back in ten."
Grabbing the towel, you make your way up the sand, spotting the metal showerheads in the distance. Wearing your flip-flops was useless because the sand still manages to make its way between your toes, and now it's an extra hassle to clean them and walk with the dripping water and squeaky noises. However, you would do anything to not feel the weird flooring of the showers, even if that meant dealing with the annoyance on your feet.
You hope for the best and make your way toward the first one, and to your luck, it’s empty. Thank heaven you don't have to make awkward eye contact with the other people showering. Plus, the handle is extendable, so you can properly rinse the sand off without leaving anything behind. As much as you hate to admit it, Karina was right: the shower can do so much more for you than a towel.
Once you're done double and triple washing the grit off your body, you turn off the shower and quickly dry yourself. The beach breeze has you shivering so you move fast, but to your utter dismay, the towel isn't enough to clean you entirely. It becomes fully damp only halfway through, and the rest of your body feels like it's in the Arctic Pole with the way your goosebumps prickle.
However, before you can freeze to ice, your lucky brain registers the shower running next to you. Maybe they have a spare towel, or at least something to dry you off, but as you walk around to ask, you stop in your tracks.
Your whole body feels numb now because the man standing in front of you is short-circuiting your brain. The shower sounds fade out behind you and all you can hear is the soft dangle of his silver bracelet when he moves his hand, and the water dripping from his sharp chin. He's washing his neck and it's doing absolutely nothing to help because his muscles are flexing, and the water from his hair is dripping onto his beautiful face, long fingers, thin black necklace, and… his chest. His goddamn chest. He's wearing a white tank but it's useless because the water is making it incredibly see-through, and you have to stop tracing his abdomen with scrutiny before you pass out. You have the thought that you should probably stop looking before you die of heatstroke and not your goosebumps, but even his hair is too beautiful to look away from.
I can't believe even hair can be this sexy.
"Hm?"
You watch in horror as he looks up to meet your gaze, and his feline-shaped eyes make you lose your senses for a couple of moments. Then you’re realizing the silence and the stare, and it finally hits you that you said those words out loud. You're in deep shit because now he probably thinks you're a freak, which probably means you have zero chance of getting a towel and maybe some decent eye candy too.
"Um, I’m so sorry. I did not mean to call your hair sexy—"
"Thanks, I guess? No one's ever told me that before."
His face shifts into a small smile, and you're absolutely fucked because his eyes crinkle and all you're reminded of is a cute little cat. How did he go from charming to sweet in five seconds? You blame it on the dimples. Or the eye mole.
"You're... welcome?" you say, scratching your neck awkwardly, "Sorry, I just came here to ask if you had a spare towel."
"I do actually," he says, turning off the water and handing you a fluffy white towel, pure like his endearing smile.
You mutter thanks, quickly wiping the remaining water droplets on your skin, but by now you don't even feel cold anymore because of the man standing in front of you. He's too hot to handle, quite literally, and if it weren't for the fact that you just took a shower, you'd probably be sweating. If you knew public showers contained fine specimens, you wouldn't have held a grudge for so long.
"Thank you again, um..."
"Juyeon."
You stare at the towel in your hands.
"No seriously, I'm sure I would've frozen if it weren't for you," you respond, clearing your throat, "if you want, I can wash this towel for you. It would be no problem at all, really, I can give it back to you the next time you're at the beach."
He hums in thought, grabbing his phone.
"Or you can just give me your number. You can text me back when it's clean and we can meet up somewhere. You live in the area, right?"
Is this gorgeous man actually asking you for your number? You try and convince yourself that this isn't romantic at all and that he's just trying to make this convenient for you. Why would he even like a creep spying on him showering, right?
"Yeah, sure!" you ask, punching in your number, "Do you want me to save my contact with just my name? I can add beach towel weirdo after it."
You’re going to murder your brain and its impulsive thoughts, and maybe even your loud mouth. You probably shouldn't have asked that because he can add a degrading nickname by himself, but he's currently drying his hair with another towel and he looks so attractive that you don't want him to stop. Maybe if hot men didn't reduce you to shambles, you'd actually be in a relationship by now.
He chuckles, and you're hoping he isn't making fun of you inside his head. However, he just shakes his head no, flinging the towel over his shoulder.
"Just your name. You can add a little heart after it if you'd like."
"A heart? Why?" you voice out, or at least you try to with the best of your ability because your throat suddenly feels parched.
"Cause you're cute. I don’t just ask everyone who borrows a towel for their number, you know."
"Oh." you whisper, and maybe it's finally time to listen to the delusion in your brain, "So you suggested meeting up later so you can... see me again. Romantically."
"You're a little silly, you know? It’s okay though; it’s adorable."
"I'm sorry, it's just, you make me a little lightheaded. I'm so much more composed normally, promise."
"Don't worry," he grins, poking your cheek, "I like you when you're flustered. I'd love to see more of it, but only if you want to, of course."
Before you can even respond, you’re interrupted by yelling from the distance.
"Y/N!" you hear, and you both turn to see Karina waving at you from her convertible, "What's taking you so long?"
You turn back to him hurriedly, not knowing what to say. The whole situation already feels like a dream, and you’re scared it’ll fade away as soon as you acknowledge it, or even worse, simply be some form of amusement to him. You’re hoping that you’re not just a joke to him.
"Um, I have to go," you whisper, clutching onto the towel, "but yeah, I'd love to, um,"
"Go on a date with me?"
"Yes. That."
You wave quickly, your brain going a little too haywire to say anything more, and you rush to Karina's car. She's staring at you with a raised eyebrow, but you don't answer because what you hear next resolves any questions she has.
"Text me later, pretty!" Juyeon shouts from the shower, and you feel like the ground is going to swallow you whole as Karina's eyes widen.
It definitely doesn’t seem like it’s a prank anymore. Not when he’s announced his interest for the whole beach to hear.
"Tell. Me. Everything."
"Well," you start, hearing her rev up the vehicle and the wheels start turning, "he's really hot, for one. Also, he asked me on a date. Am I dreaming?"
"See, this is why I’m always right. I told you the shower was a good idea!"
"Yeah,” you respond, leaning back in your seat, “I just didn't know it would be this good."
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seongyeonsart · 2 years
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| 13:53 | — hyunjae x f!reader ೫ fluff
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➵ wc : 0.4k
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you and hyunjae walked out of the arts building laughing at his awful dad jokes while holding hands only to be met with the heavy rain and dark sky. “shit.. I didn’t bring any umbrellas with me.” you pouted, looking at your boyfriend. “me too. we can just wait inside before the rain stops. if you want we can go to the studio where kevin and jacob are since they’re working on a project together.”
“no no, it’s fine. I don’t want to bother them. besides, our dorm isn’t dar away from here.” you grinned at him, “wanna run through the rain with me?” hyunjae just raised an eyebrow at you. “do you plan to catch a cold or something?” you rolled your eyes at him, “oh, come on! we can just shower right when we get home.”
you pulled him with you, stepping out from the shade you guys were in earlier. you squealed when you immediately felt the cold droplets of water on you, slowly getting the both of you soaked from head to toe. hyunjae just held your hand, running with you and watching as you laguhed and enjoyed the rain. it was the perfect rainy day without any thunder or lightning seen or heard in the sky.
hyunjae would definitely not go in the rain if there’s even a bit of thunder and lighting, especially you— you’re a scaredy cat when it comes to thunders which is understandable because who wouldn’t be?
“slow down, y/n. we might trip!” hyunjae warned, still admiring the look on your face and how you’re giggling. both of you stopped at the park just in front of your dorm. you had a big smile on , your face as you faced hyunjae. “wasn’t it fun?” you asked, looking up at the sky and closing your eyes. he nodded, eventhough you couldn’t see.
he walked closer to you before grabbing you by the waist, spinning you around. you squealed at the sudden action, “oh my god, hyunjae!” you held on to his shoulders, laughing. he stopped, holding you by the thighs as you wrapped them around his waist. you cupped his cheeks, giving him a soft kiss under the rain as if you were in a movie.
“we probably should head inside now, unless we want to get sick.”
you chuckled at his words, “maybe that’s better. that means I could just cuddle with you all day.”
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